A woman clad in tight fitting red set of leather armour slid her way over the side of one of the hedges, climbing down as quietly as possible. Her bulging bosom shuddered with each motion, each slight motion casing the seams of the bright red clothes to squeak and scream in protest. The woman's gilded mane of hair twirled about her as she climbed, forming what looked like a messy billowing cape behind her. She'd heard about the menacing goo that lurked in these parts, but she'd also heard of unparalleled treasure locked within these walls. Slowly she turned, assessing the area with her emerald eyes, trying to hid behind one of the other shrubs.

Myara glanced over in the direction of the Bard's entrance as she rose up slightly from her throne of sluts -- though the Bard was 'concealed' by the fence around the center Gazebo, she could still easily sense her presence. Crusty-eyed and lethargic, the gooey Goddess snapped her fingers once as a latex-encased 'backboard' snapped into position, holding her slime-weight firmly upright. Her tits bounced just a tad as her torso finally stopped moving, and her thick-set body was perfectly-cuddly as she usually kept it when sleeping. Myara rested a gooey chin on a palm, lazing over to the side of her throne as she idly glanced at her nails and began to reallocate slime from fluffy tits and thighs down to her goo-engorged clit. "Evening, bard. There's nothing to fear here -- usually -- so show yourself before I become enraged at your timidity."

Selina the Bard The bard stamped her foot in protest at being found out so easily. It didn't help that Nemesis had spotted her with such ease! She had thought herself so stealthy and clever for slinking in through the hedges. Selina focused for a moment, letting sparkles of pink encase her for a few seconds before she vanished from sight, becoming completely invisible. The bard was oblivious to the fact that their was goo aout the chamber though, and her feet were making clear impressions in it. She was moving in an odd zigzag pattern that was clearly visible to everyone in the chamber, stopping at the occasional corner of the pattern as if looking for something within the confines of the chamber.

Myara sighed, lazily tracking Selina's movement as she 'deftly' (see: awkwardly) stumbled around the fence and into the grand white Gazebo. The centerpiece, a tall marble fountain that spurted cool, blue slime, was overflowing after a particularly long session Myara had with two femcum-squirting slaves: the godly goo had leaked along the entire floor of the Gazebo a few days ago. It had been slathered across the entire floor by the daily rutting sessions had here, and kept thoroughly wet by Myara's own fluids. Selina's petite, shoe-clad feet would not only make visible footprints in the goo and drip with slime each time she lifted them... but as the gooey Goddess sat up in her throne and yawned, her shoes would become entrapped. If she took off her feet, they too would become trapped -- tendrils of slime beneath going so far as to reach up and ensnare them. "Charms don't work on Goddesses, cunt. Now I'm insulted. How about you get over here and show your appreciation before I get angry?" Myara said, reaching down to her crotch as her body finally thinned out. All of that godly, amazing slime was pushed into her beady clit, ballooning immediately into her usual perfect fuckstick -- a three foot horsedick, veiny and mottled, that was much more 'solid' looking than the goo around it. The veiny member already leaked syrup-thick prespunk from the tip, filling the air with a scent very familiar to the Grotto as not one, but two nearly 10"-thick knots ballooned out near the base, churning with seed so virile and thick that it was visible from Nemmy's sitting place across the Gazebo. Spiked bulged out near the tip, rounded but still menacing. Finally, two enormous balls dropped out into a tight-fitting sack that looked almost too small to contain them, turning the barely-audible sound of churning ball-batter into a cacophony that slowly died down as they filled out with jizz. Each nut was slathered on the exterior with an inch-thick layer of pure fucking musk, of dickslime, of the sort of mind-bending heavenly substance that permanently stained most of the sluts in the Grotto both physically and mentally. Myara lifted a single finger, still looking quite bored, and made a "come here" motion with it... immediately the tendrils ensnaring the bard-cunt's ankles would begin dragging her in the slime towards the gooey Goddess' throne -- unless she began walking herself.

Selina was repulsed by the odor of the viscous material that was spread upon the earth. How could anything or anyone endure such a horrific stench. She found herself clamping her nose shut in protest just form the reek of it. "What is wrong with these monsters?" she whispered to herself, her emerald eyes focusing so much on her objective that she was completely oblivious to the slime and transformations being undergone by the goo goddess. That was when her feet suddenly stopped moving. The bard looked down in confusion, than squealed in protest. She was so frightened by the sudden entanglement that she forgot to maintain the invisibility spell, her bright red flare of armour and gilded hair returning to vibrancy in the middle of the goo-pit. The bard glared at Myara, gritting her teeth at her. "You repulsive creature, these boots cost a pretty penny or 10! You better have plenty of treasure for me to steal!" The bard made a leap out of her boots, only to have her feet snapped back to the ground by the tendrils of goo that shot out to detain her. The woman's bright red feather cap just barely stayed on her head, the glowing white feather glistening oddly in the goo. She landed with a thump on her bubble but, her bulging bosom jiggling violently from the shock of being returned to the earth. She tried her absolute best to move away from the goddess, but to no avail, the tendrils of goo moving her entire body closer towards her. "N-No! What on earth do you think you are going to do with that thing!?" she cried, flailing about as violently as she could. Her emerald orbs looked on in abject horror at the sheer girth and size of that rod, at the uncanny dimensions of its balls. She was sent sailing forward ever closer, all the while trying to brace herself against the flow. "Y-You can't be serious! There is no way something that big would fit any part of me! Please...h-have mercy!"

Myara leaned her head on her other wrist, turning it so she could idly watch Selina being dragged through an inch-thick layer of corruptive, cum-laced blue slime all the way up to her throne. Pure exposure to the goo was enough to make the girl's already bloated ass jump up half an inch in size or so, though once Selina was properly in the Goddess' clutches she'd be shaped to Myara's will. The slut was slowly, painfully dragged by her feet all the way across the Grotto's slime-slicked floor. Her pitiful protests were cut-off halfway by yet another gooey tendril that popped out of the thin layer of slime atop her and pummeled into her mouth. It was only two inches in diameter, but it already opened her mouth fairly wide -- she'd have to make quite a bit of room for the Goddess' fucking enormous, perfect horsecock. A horsecock dripping with it's own fel-slime, corrupting, black, staining. A horsecock absolutely exuding an aura of pure lust and dominance from said slime. A veiny, throbbing fuckstick that at over 36" was eight inches thick, possessed two fucking enormous cum-stuffed knots, and was complimented by a musky, sweaty pair of churning, head-sized nuts. The tentacles dragged Selina ever faster towards her new fucking Goddess until the woman was deposited just before her simultaneous to Karfield's arrival. Myara glanced idly in his direction, glad to avert her eyes from such a pathetic sight -- "Sure, sweets. But her holes are mine, so you'll have to settle for outercourse. Try not to get in the way of my fuckstick, either." Myara said rather sweetly, before quickly shifting her tone to an absolutely seething one. Each word boomed, filling chests and vibrating bones and lumber alike throughout the Gazebo like a metal concert: "Slut. I am going to ruin you." the Goddess spoke, reaching a single gooey foot upwards. That foot reformed, a thousand tiny snakeling-like tendrils whipping around in a miniature, momentary flurry before reshaping into an enormous translucent blue heel. That same heel stomped down directly into the part of Selina's legs, landing perfectly between those rubbingly-thick thighs to impact her poor little clit directly. The slut's wardrobe didn't matter: her dress, her red undergarments? The gooey heel soaked right through them, somehow maintaining consistency even as it penetrated the fabric. No holes were torn, no cloth so much as disturbed -- but that bard-cunt's pussy was fucking slammed on by the gooey shoe, right on the clit.

The blue goo that was starting to encrust Selina's body made her shiver, and odd burning sensation was running through her body, especially around her ass. When it plumped up, bloating out by about an inch, she growled in protest. "Hey! What is th-" her protest was cut off by the tendril that was shoved into her gaping mouth, her eyes going wide as saucers form the unexpected interruption. She cast a venomous glare at her tormentor, those emerald orbs continuing to tighten until they were nothing more than rage filled slits. Her entire body ached with the fiery sensation, blush and scarlet running through the whole of her body as the goo reacted to her and molded her. There was still a defiant light in those eyes as she stared down her opponent. When she heard the detective daring to interrupt this battle without coming to her aid, she instinctively stomped her feet down in protest. How dare she be relegated to the stance of some meaningless thing, as if she wasn't even there to speak for herself! She had her own free will after all! That entire train of thought was utterly derailed by Myara's chill voice shooting out with more volume to it than the bard had ever heard before. She could not help but tremble and shake, her bloated bosom jiggling from her shivers. Her entire body was drenched in the blue slime now, the liquid having encrusted to almost every part of her body. The bard's emerald eyes grew all the wider at the sight of that massive foot forming above her snatch, preparing to come down hard on her lady lips. She struggled, tried to do anything and everything to get out of the way, but to no avail. She was chained, inexorably tied to he ground before the goddess. The slam came all at once, and the bard let out a scream that was even somewhat audible through the slime pulsing through her. Tears streamed from her eyes, her entire body shook in shock. She wanted to curl up around the spot where she'd been hit, she tried to protect herself, but it was fruitless, the slime held her in place and let her pussy be mercilessly crushed under the heal of the woman. Bruising and blood began to slip from the Bard's innards, and she began to weakly sway in place, moaning through the giant goo member that was pulsating and bulging down her throat.

Myara's tentacle raping the inside of Selina's mouth with a two-inch thick ball of firm slime ripped out abruptly, jerking the pitiful slut's head up a bit before her skull was slammed back against the floor by another tendril. The blue, perfect Goddess above the bard-cunt mashed her fucking heel into that pathetic pussy, cool blue slime now slathering itself across all the skin previously 'protected' from her goo by crimson cloth. Myara did not get up, nor rise, nor even look the fucking slut in the eyes. Her gaze lazily spaced into the distance, the Goddess making sure to give a suddenly-formed row of gooey fingernails an idle glance before deforming them into the usual smooth, shapeless digits. Selina was nothing more than a fucking carpet to her, her clit stomped on with wild abandon until properly tenderized. Living slime covered her slowly, creeping up the side of her chest and soaking the fabric above her pathetic bitch-tits. Quickly her body was soaked both inside and outside her thin layers of clothing, and the heavenly fucking slime began to do it's work, affecting her in a multitude of ways. Her C-Cups ballooned in size, throbbing, growing with every heartbeat as Myara's translucent blue goo literally began to pump through the slut's veins. They passed E-cups, F-cups, each slowing down around the size of her head... until the fabric above them tore to shreds and their growth renewed. While Selina's rack swelled up in the presence of Myara, her curves did likewise, turning the previously lithe slut -- even with a great ass -- into a proper cock-worshipper. Her hips flared, her thighs stuffed themselves with meat, and her limps plumped out very slightly. Even her face seemed to warp itself into a more beautiful facsimile of its former self. Her clothes tore in nearly all places, leaving her with only an overstretched pair of undergarments, too-tight stockings, and her heels. The breeding bitches' body had been changed, warped to Myara's will... now it was time to conquer her fucking soul. "Cum." 

Selina's head... seemed to say to itself -- was that an outside voice? A strong bass line resonated in the slut's bones. The voice came from the throne. Myara. It seemed less like a command and more like a reality to the bard-slut's body as she experienced, by an order of magnitudes, the strongest mind-splitting orgasm of her fucking life. She convulsed so hard she tore a few tendrils, and came so hard she blacked out. Myara lifted her long, sharp heel up, bringing it back down again. It was covered in some pathetic slut's seed. As the shoe lifted up, shook off that pathetic cum, and reformed into a proper foot, a blurry object tore free of Selina's skirt: a cock. It was easily a foot and a half long, and was significantly reddened where the heel had stomped on it. Looks like Myara's slime had puffed up the cunt's clit, too. Inevitably Selina would find herself waking up after a short time, slowly coming back to lucidity with a much sluttier body. Nearly her entire form had warped to the gooey Goddess' will without her perfect fucking meat-staff even touching her, a reality that was about to change. Myara did not sit, but stood before Selina's groggy body, lifting the slut up by her hair alone. All of the little slime-tentacles had receded in to the puddle below. The cock before her was just as enormous as before, if not more, and drizzled a steady stream of disgustingly thick precum onto the bard's forehead as she was dangled beneath the dick. "Are you ready to be bred, cunt?"

The sudden jolt to Selina's head made her vision spin, she was about to protest being jabbed about when yet another tendril plastered into her mouth, making her entire world almost go black from the sheer force of impact. Selina's porcelain lithe yet voluptuous form bore red welts and angry gashes across its surface, more and more blood starting to slide from her snatch where the goo goddess savagely pressed into her. A moan emanated from the bard's lips as the goo continued to jam into her mouth.  Stream upon stream of tears ran down the whole of the bard's face, the sheer pain making her shudder in agony. Her emerald eyes were focused though, purely transfixed on her tormentor. To treat her like this, like not even a person but some random passerby that had wandered into her domain made the fire well up in her again. She would not, could not allow herself to be broken! Not like this, not here! Every stomp made her body quake, ever bash opened another wound. But she would not let herself be broken, not like this...not now! The tears overwhelmed her bright white skin, forming lines where the blue glue that encased all of her body was washed away. That was when everything changed for Selina.

She could feel an odd tingling substance running through the whole of her body, and moaned in ecstasy. The goo began to drown out her mind, making it impossible for her to think clearly. She looked on with horror as her voluptuous bosom ballooned to absurd degrees, each breast growing so large that is trained against the very foundations of her garments. She shuddered at the feel of pressure against her chest form her red leather straining to keep itself together as her massive udders continued to grow and grow, finally being released from their confines. With the destruction of her red leather garment her breasts not only shot forth with a massive PLOP! but also began to gush stream upon stream of glistening white and pink milk. Selina's eyes were a twisted visage of mortified terror, her entire body a thrashing mess at the changes over taking her. She had no mouth, and she needed to scream. Her ass filled in almost as much as her bosom did, each one now truly a bubble butt, completely redefining the term for the bard. Her snatch reacted to the goo's effect, already starting to gush trace amount of liquid in excitement. She could even feel the slight plumping of her lips, the shaping of her face into someone else's, someone with fat in all the right laces, with wider eyebrows and more elegant features. What was left of her clothes shredded before her, reducing to nothing bed loose red fibers that spanned the length of the chamber. That was when the final command reached the bard’s mind, the resolute decree practically resonating inside her head. “N-NO!” she thought, her eyes going wide with agony. “I won’t let you…you can’t make me….cummmmmm!!!!” She wailed in her minds eyes, the sensation of her entire body rebelling against her overtaking her. The warm sensation overtook her in one moment, overcoming the whole of her body and sending her over the edge of ecstasy as she had never been sent before. Her entire body was reduced to shivers and quakes as she collapsed in a heap, her mind going blank, the entire world fading to black.

A moan wracked the bard’s body at the sensation of the sudden member sprouting from her unconscious body. It was that sensation that slowly brought her back to her sense. Her eyes were wider than they’d ever been before, her hands instinctively trying to touch at the massive member. “Y-You monster!!!” she sobbed, tears forming new paths down her slime encrusted face. “You made me a freak!!! How could you!?” she cried in agony. Her body trembling in protest at being put in this horrific position. Her new bosom jiggled and shook with being spun about in the goo goddess’s hands, the giant milk sacks still spewing the jets upon jets of milk from within that seemed to keep bubbling from within.

The noxious sent of the cum dribbling down upon her made the bard quake in agony. Her entire body protested the motion, made her shudder in fear. Her eyes became slits, her mind still trying to call forth as much raw will as she could muster. “N-No! I’ll never break to you…d-don’t even try to bring that thing anywhere near me!” She cried, trying as best she could to seal off her entrance with her thighs, and failing miserably.

Myara focused her attention on that pitiful, warped pile of bitch-meat and cock-worshipper beneath her, keeping her held up by nothing more than a fistful of hair as the slime that covered her body continued to drip onto the floor. Her entire form, head to toe, was covered in a thick layer of the stuff... even atop her head -- though in that area it was slowly being overtaken by the syrup-thick prejizz Myara's amazingly perfect horsecock was spurting onto her forehead. Pints dripped down her body, cool, soothing... even if each individual drop did release the sharp, acrid scent of pure dominance, the slime seemed oddly soothing. Slowly, as Selina's mind was warped by the goo trickling into her veins, that layer of goo caked around her seemed less like a foreign entrapment and more like a warm, snuggly blanket. A place she loved. Belonged in. Slowly the pain of having all the new, hypersexual meat dangling from just the roots of a few hundred hairs dulled. Her bleeding cunt and ever-hard, abused cock slowly soothed themselves. Myara's piercing turquoise eyes glared down at the pathetic, warped slut... and the Goddess released her hair.

Selina was sent tumbling downwards, unprepared for the fall. Her Goddess was above her, sitting back on her throne -- and with that perfect bitch-breaking pillar of horsecock inches from her face. If she were to even look up, that flared, spike-lined cocktip would deposit a heavy pint of prejizz in one single spurt right onto her fucking face. She could feel it against her skin. Millions of oversized swimmers in the prejizz alone, wriggling, squirming, gnashing their teeth. That's right, teeth -- Myara's godly, oversized swimmers split near the tip into a mouth-life, jagged orifice used to tear through pitiful slut's fucking skin cells and get underneath. Selina felt her face reddenning slightly: the only reason those swimmers didn't outright devour her fucking face and dig into her skull was because of the slime now coursing through her veins. The Goddess couldn't promise the same 'gentleness' of the even larger, more dominant swimmers that made up her real ball-batter, of course. The musky, heady scent of the prejizz filled Selina's entire being with a deep-seated lust that dug into her very being. It was amazing.

Myara wasn't going to leave her amazing, three-foot horsedick in open air, of course. It was still semi-hard, and not nearly at full length. Those dual knots throbbed occasionally as Myara flicked the prejizz-covered tip of her meat pillar to shove Selina onto her back again. Long, sticky strands of the syrupy spunk  If she attempted to scurry away, tendrils would keep her there. Myara did not get back up from her throne, nor moved much more than an inch to adjust her head-sized nuts: tentacles would take care of that breed-meat before her. And so they did, twenty wrist-thick gooey tendrils, each hard as rock, shooting out of the slime beneath the girl to lift her into the air. One brutally rubbed her cockshaft flat downwards, pushing the front of her own shaft roughly against her own bleeding cunt... before Myara shooed it away. Each tentacle constricted in unison, hoisting the breed-meat's bleeding pussy right up against the syrupy, prejizz-slathered, menacingly spiked cocktip that lovely horsecock possessed. Myara's balls churned in anticipation. "Ready, slut?" she teased.

The Goddess didn't wait for a fucking answer. Immediately the tentacles dragged her down against the cocktip. It wasn't easy getting the fucking nine-inch flared cocktip into the cunt. They dragged her dripping pussy back and forth across it, pushed her so brutally against it her spine nearly cracked, and pistoned her entire form back and forth against it so hard that prejizz splattered against the ceiling to little avail. This went on for fifteen frustrating minutes. Slime, prejizz, and some inky corruption that exuded from Myara's cock had completely covered Selina's -- or should I say, breed-slut's, lower half. The entire Grotto was filled with the sounds of wet, lewd slapping, and Myara was sick of it. This bitch didn't deserve her holes unfilled. Myara finally rose up, effortlessly pushing the tip of her horsecock into Selina's fucking pussy merely by moving to her feet. She grabbed the cunt's legs and lifted them high, high up, putting them behind the cunt's head even if her fucking ligaments had to snap and thighmeat had to shfit accommodate. "Time to get bred, cunt."

The tentacles around Selina disappeared as Myara grabbed ahold of her new fucking onahole, shoving her onto the ground assfirst. Mounting her. That cock was only four inches in, but Myara wanted more. The small bulge between Selina's legs became a basketball-sized one as the Goddess bucked her powerful hips forward, smashing into the pathetic breedslut's cervix... and then the rear wall of her womb... in a single, prejizz-spurting thrust. She was already fucking impregnated, forced to ovulate by the slime coursing through her veins. But the Goddess demanded more. Myara pulled back, nearly prolapsing the bloodied, stretched walls of the breedmeat's stupid cunt.... before thrusting back inside, harder. The spikes dug into her flesh as the distendingly large, prespunk-fauceting horsetip forced her womb to expand. Myara held it there, glancing at the poor slut's barely-conscious face... and spat in it. "I'm going to rape your womb into your fucking chest. Your entire body is just going to be a breeding factory for my slime, bitch."

Selina wailed at the feel of the odd goo gushing over her. The sensation was so wrong…so very very wrong. She had to fight it, had to resist the urge to throw herself before the goddess and utterly prostrate herself.  She could feel the chains of the compulsion working within her, just like any net she had bound around another’s mind. To worship, to praise till the woman demanded she slit her ow throat. It was a dangerous business, but she used what skill she had with compulsion magic to steel herself against it. She formed a compulsion matrix around her own mind of raw and utter dislike, of complete disdain towards everything and everyone about this place. It was a tenuous solution, but it just barely kept her from groveling at the other woman’s feet. The thick viscous cum gave the bard yet another challenge, the sheer scent making her knees grow weak, she just wanted to submit, to utterly surrender to this woman. “D-Don’t just cum on me!” she barked. Tears shot in jets from her oversaturated body, milk and cum mixed with blood forming their own spouts around the bard’s utterly overtaken figure. Selina thanked the gods above that her compulsion held. The urge to snuggle against the blanket of slime made her shiver and shake, all of these unnatural foreign feelings were utterly invading her mind. It was as if they were taking up residence and shoving out other occupants. All that remained of her will was that matrix that kept her mind’s eye constrained. The feeling of pain from her utterly ruined cunt and new fuckmeat evaporated, replaced with a joyous sensation of pleasure. The bard’s eyes were drowning with tears now, the jets literally starting to spray goo from her body every which way as if they were backed by the force of a fire hydrant. She could feel them though, they were staring to shift to tears of joy. “Put me down this instant!” she protested, perfectly in time for the goddess to toss her down by her hair. She was managing to hold steadfast as the tendrils began to raise her up…and that was when her matrix shattered.

”Sellliinnaaaa~.” cried a voice across the bard’s mind. She froze at that moment, her eyes wide with horror. “No, not now! Anytime but now!” she screamed, her giant jiggling body shivering. The vision of a man clad in black robes stood before her, that vicious smile adorning his face as she stabbed her blade into his chest. He grasped her blade hand, and with his dying breath rasped, “Breeeddd…” “No! Not now! I’ll break if she takes control now!” the bard shouted inside her mind, her entire body reduced to quivers.  Bright pink energy leaped about the bard’s body, shooting up around her until it slammed into her eyes, shoving the last of Selina aside. The corruption griped hold of the bard, utterly devouring her, and rewriting her a new.  The emerald hue from the orbs dissipated, falling away to reveal a hot neon pink glow. A giggle came from the bard’s lips, a wide smirk adorning her features. A pair of bright pink horns sprouted from her head, and a leather pink whiptail shot from her rear. Her blonde hair glistened with the hot pink hue of the curse, a hearty laugh escaping the woman’s lips. The bard’s bosom somehow expanded even more, each of the breasts now shooting out renewed streams upon streams of milk.  The woman eagerly plowed herself down onto Mayara’ rod, tossing her arms around her in a tight embrace, her breasts still shooting streams of milk. The woman giggled with glee ”Take me you wonderful amazing Goo Goddess~! Make me yours!” The bard began bouncing upon the absurdly large tendrils, cramming it into her depths with glee. “Goo god! Goo god! Give me babies good god~!”

The bubbly bard was lost I the throws of passion, her head shooting about this way and that, her leathery pink tail thrashing about wildly ”YOU ARE SO FUCKING BIG! HOW CAN ANYONE, EVEN A GODDESS, HAVE SOMETHING THIS LARGE!? AND THESE ARE JUST YOUR TEDRILS!? YOU ARE INCREDIBLE!” she wailed, thrashing her head about with amazement. When her cervix was plowed through the bard was reduced to complete shell shocked shudders from the sheer force that came with each of the thrusts. At the probing jabs of each of the tendrils, her tongue dangling from her face in utter surrender. Tears of joy shot from her eyes in jets, each thrust into her causing a new stream of milk to gush uncontrollably from her chest. Her entire body contorted around the tendrils, her innards clamping down tightly. That was when her entire body was strewn down again, aligned with that massive member. “YES! FILL ME! PLEASE FILL ME YOUR GLORIOUSNESS! MAKE ME YOURS! I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!” The bard squealed in complete bliss. With the first thrust she started to cum, her body shivering and blathering in protest. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth watered, her body shuddered and her tongue fell farther form her lips than it ever had before. Her tail was a wild whip streaming about the chamber, slapping and bashing every which thing as the member plowed into her womb, and shredded past her cervix. She collapsed like a ragdoll, gasping and heaving. A whisper slipped from her lips “Please do…rape every part of me goddess… make me your goo factory. I’m not even worthy of that from someone as great as you~.”