Crystal Gobo (Worm/Hedon)

Goblin Puberty is a bitch

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When someone thinks of a slime monster, due to the popularity of certain fantasy games from Earth Alph’s Japan, they think of a kind of round pebble of semi solid goo. For the more traditional, they think of a cube of gooey death that dissolves any organic matter it touches. What most don’t think of is a vat of slimy black goop. Of course, when people also think of a vat, they think of either some kind of massive barrel or a high tech looking tube, not… well not what I have.

Of course, mine kind of looks like the high tech kind, it’s got the see through tube, it’s got the pedestals on either end of the vats holding the crystal tube in place. Though, most have a kind of sleek look to them, mine however looks more like something out of a fantasy game. While it has the pedestals, most don’t have ornate looking crystals of different shades and colours in some rough approximation of a control panel.

Though, this is probably the closest I can get to regular tinkering… beyond guns. I’ve learned how to do that much at least, but everything else, is kind of… fantasy? Need a shield? Crystal shield amulet. Want some flight? Antigravity crystal combined with a few directional ones to make the pack fly in the direction you want... still growing the crystals for that one. Raygun? Make a metal frame for this high powered crystal and boom, laser gun… really, really deadly energy lance with no non lethal option… not that my boss cares about that, the bastard.

“What exactly is this newest project pet?” I hear the bastard ask, having somehow snuck up behind me. He places his hand on my head, and gives my head a bit of a scratch, that while nice, is also kind of creepy and… unfortunately says everything about my current situation.

Ever since I triggered, it’s been like this, and it isn’t like I can do anything about it either. Unless I went to Faultline, but I’d decided I didn’t want to associate with villains. Course, I might have been better off than I am now, trapped here as I am. As for why Faultline might take me? While I’m not a Case 53, I can still remember my memories of Mom and Dad, I could probably pass off as one. I don’t know why, but my trigger changed me. No longer am I the somewhat tall lanky girl with the too wide mouth I once was. No, now I’m shorter, and green.

That of course isn’t the only change. My transformation into this form has completely changed my body’s shape, beyond just going from being tall to becoming short. Despite the change, my body still seemed to want to remain at the same mass, which was how I gain… honestly, a body suited for porn. Massive tits, a thick and juicy ass with the thighs to match, and my ears. My ears are freaking massive things, and…

Coil, my boss’s hand moves to one of my ears, and I can’t help but gasp as the touch goes straight through me. Then the bastard’s other hand comes up, stroking my other ear. Fuck, he knows I love that. I shiver as an erotic and relaxing pleasure moves through me, the scratches he gives… are divine.

“I believe I asked a question, pet,” he said, and I wanted to grit my teeth in frustration, but due to the condescension, and also because he stopped petting me. I cross my arms, or try, as my natural way of doing it doesn’t account for my nice big and plump breasts.

“It’s a kind of goo, kind of semi sapient, I don’t know why but something is making me want to make it,” I say, trying to keep him from realising how much I miss the scratches, even if he already knows. He’d done it to me enough times, and he’d seen my initial reactions to it for too often. Not to mention… when we had to quell the beast raging inside of me. He loved doing that… and so did I…

“That’s different form most of your normal tinkering. Have you been lying to me pet?” He asks, but I shake my head.

“No, I think it interacts some kind of crystal. I don’t know what yet though; I’m still getting the mixture perfect. It needs more time incubating with that dark crystal I made earlier,” of course, I don’t mention how it could be for more than that. It hadn’t just been the worms I’d seen made out of the stuff, but people covered in it, hung up on walls like they were trapped in some kind of alien hive on display, or how it augmented them.

“Hmm, if it’ll take some time…” before he can finish his leading on, I turn around and reach up, tired of his teasing bullshit. Without warning I grip the pants of his costume, and pull down. He barely has time to register what I’ve done before I grab his black dick and wrap my mouth around his hard cock, and start bobbing. I hear the movement of his guard’s guns, and Coil’s gasp, before he puts a hand on my head. Take that fucker, I get what I want. It’s a small victory, but I’ve been working for six hours on this goo, and I wasn’t allowed to deal with shit. I was only the boss’ plaything after all, can’t fuck the troops, despite how much I wanted to. I can’t even play with any of my toys in my lab when I get horny during tinker time. Not after the last time that happened and I made a bunch of crystal fuck golems that went berserk after the guards tried to get them to stop fucking me. Now I can only do that kind of stuff when I was in my cell, ugh.

At least Dad can’t see what I’ve become.

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Just something short to go along with the Rat’s idea of a goblin Taylor. Not super lewd but I just wanted to make something short and quick.