A Goo Tail Part 4

Randal felt like he’d been plowed by a paladin. With a drawn-out groan he pushed himself upright, pulling the blanket that unexpectedly covered his body around his shoulders.

“Finally,” a woman huffed, “You’ve been sleeping for hours!”

“Uh sorry?” Randal turned his head, winced as his neck cracked, then gulped when he spotted the lashing tail. The “woman” was Bear. Well at least she wore Bear’s clothing. The thick feline thighs stretched the limits of the pant seams while chain and leather armor jacket hung off narrowed shoulders.

“You should be.” Bear snorted, turning to glare down at Randal. Who tried and failed not to stare. While the shape of Bear’s skull remained the same, his harsh feature were softened and rounded. His once thin lips had plumped up noticeably. It wasn’t an entirely feminine face, but it certainly wasn’t the face of the man Randal had lived and worked beside for the last several years. The view from the front, with Bear lacking any sort of breasts, was androgynous, at least until you considered the curve of those thighs.

Randal ripped his eyes off his altered friend and looked at the horses, which were nibbling on the trees without a care in the world. An empty whiskey bottle glittered on the ground and Randal laughed when he recognized his hidden stash.

“At least I bought you a drink.”

“If we’re doing that, then you owe me a bottle at least twice that size.” Bear grumped. “It wasn’t enough.”

“I’ll remember that for next time.” Randal chuckled.

The tail went bolt straight and grew thick spikes like a giant's club. Bear’s cheeks colored.

“There isn’t going to be a next time!” Bear near shrieked, “Do you see what it did to me?!”

“Kidding!” Randal quickly interjected, “Sorry, habit. Morning afters are better with the hope of another.”

Bear growled, balling his fists in anger. “Get up, get on your horse and let's find Lizzy before this gets any worse.”

“Right,” Randal stood and experienced a sharp pulling sensation in his crotch. He peered down to find his dick and balls coated with a shiny layer of toughened blue goo. Grunting, he grabbed the edge of it and pulled experimentally. To his relief, it peeled off readily, although it left the skin tinged an unnatural blueish color. Hopefully that would wash off once they had time for a bath. Randal dressed, and the pair got back on the road.

Despite his assurances to Bear, Randal couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be before Bear started begging for another fuck. That had been the best lay of Randal’s life and while he certainly wanted to help Bear out, he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be so bad if he didn’t.

Bear had thought, hoped that the gooey invader would stay sated for at least a day. However, the way the words, “Next time,” circled inside his skull, drove him into a fresh panic as he felt the first sparks of need in his loins. He had no idea how long it would be before those sparks ignited something. They had to find Lizet before then. Or rather Liz had to find their trap.

A mere two hours ride took them to the choke point. Bear weathered the ride well enough. The new legs were strong enough to stand the stirrups almost the entire way and the little flares of lust had been sated with a little subtle grinding.  With the sun still in the sky, there was little chance Lizet had made it through the bandit infested forest before them. Bear felt in control for once.

Randal however had spent the ride with his mind firmly planted in the gutter. Riding behind Bear his eyes had spent the trip glued to Bear’s shapely ass and flicking tail. While he was still sore from the earlier activity, his cock refused to pack it in for the day. Randal found himself constantly reaching down into his crotch to adjust his stubborn tent pole. He blamed the scent that teased his nostrils, the first time it appeared was while watching Bear grind against his saddle a little less than half way through the ride. Sweet, with a hint of sour, mixed with a sort of musk. It smelled like candied sex and the prospect of tasting it drove Randal to such distraction he didn’t even notice when they stopped until Bear shouted at him.

“Randall! you going to help me with this or stare off into nothingness like a slack jawed yokel?”

Randall blinked, shoving away his curiosity. “Uh, sorry. This place then?’’

Bear held back a flash of irritation and directed Randall's eyes toward the forest along the edge of the road. It was only a short span of trees before the road kinked to follow a sheer rock wall.

“Lizet has to pass through this strip of forest to get to Bethor.” He said, “Otherwise she'll run into the border guards or pass through a sucking turd of a swamp.”

“And we’re sure she’ll come this way? Randall asked.

“She'll come this way.” Bear insisted, his tail near wagging with agitation. With tight jerky motions he opened the saddlebags and rummaged around. When he didn't hear Randall dismount immediately, he huffed, “And, stop staring at my ass.”

“It's not your ass, your tail’s distractingly shiny, and you know how I like shiny.” Randall answered, chuckling as he finally got off his horse.

The flippant attitude turned Bear’s irritation to a full out blood boil and a low cat-like sound of frustration rolled from his chest as he ignored Randall's comment. It was too late for doubt. She had to come this way! They, He didn’t have the time to track her down again before he gave in to the urges of the little beast inside him.  Lizet had to come this way, they had to capture her and force her to undo this. There were no other options.

He glanced over at Randall to find him idly staring into the forest, sipping from his canteen. Why wouldn’t the skinny catpurse take this seriously?! Bear fumed as he dug deeper into the saddle bag.

“You know you sound like a bobcat that got tossed in a river?” Randall called back without turning around.

“Well I wouldn't be angry if you had gone over here and helped me find where the lodestones are!” He snapped back and breathed through his clenched teeth.

“I'm surveying. No point in getting any of the gear out until we scout around.” Randall said, his voice smooth and confident, which raised Bears hackles even further. That wasn't a tone Randall took with Bear, Randall used that tone on women and other marks.

“I know where to put them! I’ve been here before!” Bear shouted. “Tell me where the damn lodestones are!”

“Try the saddlebag on the opposite side of your horse.” Randall rolled his eyes. The expression made Bear even madder, he stomped over to the other side, flung open the saddle bag. Three small ingots of black metal and with deep blue runes along their edges sat right on top. Bear's hands shook as he plucked them out and hugged them to his chest.

But when he turned, he found Randal blocking his path, shaking his head like a disappointed father.

“Hold up.” He said.

Bear had no intention of holding anything, if the little bastard wouldn’t help then he’d do it himself. He tried to shoulder Randal out of the way but the smaller man grabbed him by the arms and shoved him back.

“Bear! Slow your ass down.” Randal spoke in that stupidly calm tone, “if you rush the snare it won't work. We have the time to do it right.”

Bear stared down at Randall in utter shock. Randall, a certified shrimp, had pushed him! Manhandled him! Bear! That shouldn't be possible. With a violent twist of his arms, Bear broke Randall's grip and shoved him. Randall stumbled back a foot or so but it was far from the ass to grass blow Bear had intended. So weak!

Cursing a black streak, Bear walked around Randal toward the path. He felt his tail display his anger with every step, sweeping side to side along with his widened hips.

“Listen to me!” Randall said in an exasperated tone far more familiar to Bear. “We rode hard, Wizard or not, if Lizette took the forest route, we have hours before she reaches this point. Depending on how she dealt with the bandits she might not get here until morning.”

Bear slowed, although more out of relief at this return to normal. Yet, Randall walked within the arc of the lashing blue tail and unconsciously reached out to brush it aside. The sensation of fingers moving down across the smooth skin caught Bear completely off guard, causing him to freeze mid stride and gasp.

Randall collided with Bear giving a soft oof, and his hand closed around the tail for balance.

Bear squeaked as is feminine parts flooded with warmth, then wetness. He slammed his thighs together in a vain attempt to contain an arousal that threatened to derail every thought.

“Oops,” Randall said as he tightened his grip, “Hehe. Forgot how sensitive this was.”

Bear's hands sprang out to his sides, fingers spread wide, back arching as the lode stones fell to the ground, barely missing his paws. The sheer intensity of Randall's touch locked up Bear's body and plunged him into an ocean of want.

“Nuh, nuh… aaaa!” was all Bear could articulate as Randall's massaging fingers crept up the length of the tail.

“Do you have any idea how good you smell?” Randall asked, taking a long inhalation of said scent and pressing himself against Bear's thigh. Letting him feel a stiff rod through his pants. “How tempting it is just to fuck this kitty girl ass into the ground, and not give a damn what's happening to you?” He reached around there to press against the sopping wet fabric between Bear's legs.

“Fuck me!” The words leaped from Bear’s lips and he clapped Randal’s hand to his pussy, hips bucking as he ground against the offered hand. Randall obliged by rubbing the swollen mound through the thick fabric.

Randal gave a hard tug on the tail and Bear came with a feline wail, “Mrrrrrrowwwwwl!” The lightning strike of an orgasm caused every muscle Bear possessed to fail. He crashed down to his hands and knees, tail springing straight up in a motion proved too much for his pants. The center seam gave way exposing his leaking sex and the sodden fur around it to the open air.

“Yeah, I could fuck you,” Randall said, breathing hard, “But, I kind of want you back to normal. However, feel free to change my mind by continuing to remind me what an asshole you can be.”

Bear panted, staring vacantly straight ahead as he wrestled with the awoken need between his legs and horror at how quickly he'd given in. Randall knelt in front of him, picked up one of the load stones and shook one at him.

“Now why don't you be a good kitty and let me set this stuff up properly.” He said.

Good kitty? The words bound through Bear's head and his semi-solid innards burbled. His body gave an involuntary shake which Randall seemed to take as an agreement. He picked up the other lode stones, stood and walked deeper into the forest.

Bear, still trembling with arousal, picked himself up after he lost Randall among the foliage. He touched where Randall had pressed his cock, wanting and loathing it at the same time.

“I’m not a kitty. I’m Bear.” He said, then repeated it louder. “I’m Bear!” In that declaration he found a small kernel of anger and held to it desperately. “I’m not whatever this is!” Growling, he grabbed hold of his sex with the vague intention of pulling the little monster out of him once and for all. Yet the plan shifted as soon as he touched the rubbery flesh, his fingers driving through the large juicy cleft. Mewing, he squatted to spread his legs and explore his interior depths for the first time. Surely if he rubbed a few out he’d think clearer…