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May 7th, 2017

Trials In Tainted Space Goo Core
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The crystal-armored goo-girl in front of you is a mass of green slime in the vague form of a nyrean woman, with oversized hips and a huge pair of glistening breasts that bounce around with every movement. Her body is covered with small flecks and plates of natural emerald crystal, but unlike most of her race, the vast majority of her crystal is. Forums Adult Games Trials in Tainted Space Difference between Gel and Goo body Discussion in ' Trials in Tainted Space ' started by Signup, Jan 7, 2016.

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You ask Celise if she’s up for some melty goo fun. She claps excitedly and nods, her tentacles stretching eagerly toward you. You walk forward, feeling her warm body caressing your gooey bases before they melt together. The forest of tentacles parts as you walk through it, slowly mixing yourself with the emerald galotian. She sighs above you as your body slides through her. You duck inside, melting and swimming through the mass of tendrils to approach the center.
The feeling is amazing, like being touched over every inch of your body by her lukewarm goo. Your colors mix with hers, creating vibrant patterns in the dark green liquid. You can still hear her voice vibrating in her tendrils as you swim through them, and the shuddering travels through your body as well. The pleasure you’re creating for her is reflected twofold back into you.
After slipping through her you manage to pull back from the pleasure, reforming yourself inside the tangle of viridian tendrils. You relax in the softness of her body, idly stroking the many extremities of her lower half as you listen to the music of her pleasure noises. They twitch as you touch them, but don’t shy away from your lavish attentions. You could get used to this.
You hear a liquid sounding splurch before Celise’s upper body forms above you in the mass of tentacles. She smiles lustfully at you and leans in for a kiss, falling along the wall until her short upper frame lies atop you. You can feel her almost fully solid evergreen nipples rubbing against your gooey flesh, and you reach through your sides to pinch and pull them deeper. Their owner moans in response and gives you a sloppy kiss, slipping her tongue inside you to play. You trade yours for hers, exploring her body with a tendril of your own.
She pulls closer to you, and you unsheathe your hands to drape them around her back and lock her in place atop you. Your kissing intensifies so greatly that the two of you begin to sink together, feeling each others pleasure mixing in the process. The feeling of it overwhelms every sense your goo-formed body can emulate, and it responds in the only way it knows how. By coming hard.
You had nearly forgotten about your genitals, so when they decide to fill Celise’s upper half with a flood of slime-semen and slime you are only able to spasm in her arms as she absorbs it with gusto, her body becoming slightly clouded in the process before she can filter the excess into a further part of her. Your kisses are softer now, leaving the both of you solid, and with an amount of tongue befitting a human couple. Her tongue flexes incredibly wide, letting you hold it between nearly the entirety of your lips as it slides back into her own.
After this short respite your explorations become braver once again, you reach inside the emerald goo-girl’s body and scoop up some of your cum before it can leave to be dissolved. You help the blue and blue swim its way up her body. Her body offers little resistance, letting your hand wade through it like a swimmer in the pool. Her breathing becomes heavier as you approach her head, devolving into rapturous moans as you reach it. Your cum floats inside her semi-solid skull, literally a mind full of fuck.
She collapses, unable to hold herself together under the pleasure, and washes over you in a bath of viridian fluid. She reforms beneath you seconds later, humming contentedly and rubbing her hands over your big breasts. Her tendrils wriggle closer to you, firmly massaging your sticky goo-flesh. Sometimes they go a little too hard and slip inside, coming out on the other end only to rub that area instead.
Her hands make their way to your sex, swimming through its gooey form with delicate movements. You feel her fingers and tendrils inside and around each of your giant cocks. You thrust your hips up instinctively as they encase them. In a matter of minutes she has you at the edge of orgasm, though this time one that your are perfectly aware of and can feel building within every cell of your gooey form.
The feelings rise and boil until they refuse to be kept down any longer. Blue slime-spooge and slime shower the inner sanctum that houses you as they squirt relentlessly from your sexes. Celise licks her lips and moans as your sexual fluids are absorbed by her oversized body. Her hands leave to give your juices ample room to flow, absorbing them across as much of her form as possible to prevent buildup.
Taking advantage of her split attention, you melt down over and into her, mixing inside her body. When you finish the two of you are left with both heads, four arms, your genitals, and her chest. While she still works out what’s going on you take the pair of beautiful B-cups and twist their dark jade nipples, delighting when you feel the sensations along side her. The emerald goo-girl’s head shoots back as she gasps, trying to find words or moans but unable to voice any of them. You continue to abuse the squishy boobs with both hands with utter abandon as she tries to regain her senses.
In her blind lust her hands search the combined body, ending up at the genitals. She begins to play with them automatically, still thinking they are only connected to you and thinking she’s taking her revenge. You feel the sudden influx of euphoria as it explodes through your body and into her head. You laugh as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, but her hands continue milking, sending rockets of orgasmic glory to obliterate any chance of her thinking.
In no time at all her berserking thrusts begin to reach your mind as well, and you feel the third round of bliss welling up throughout your blue goo. You let go of her breasts and turn her head toward you, kissing her lust addled lips and closing your eyes. The feedback of your feelings from the kiss and hers run like a revolving door with no exit through your mind, growing to infinite pleasure and probably continuing past the point that it renders you incapable of thinking.
Your body pulses with more energy than you could have thought possible, overfilling even the massive appetite of the tentacled goo girl. Your slime-cum and slime dribble from the tips of her tentacles as they try to absorb it in time. Neither of you can even muster the energy to shout out as you kiss each other and cum in a seemingly endless cycle. The tentacles assist in the only way they know how, encircling the pert B-cups and flicking at their nearly solid nipples. The entirety of her form shudders with the earth-shaking bliss of this cum.
When you come to, you’re lying in a Celise colored puddle on the floor of your ship. It seems you recovered more quickly than her, and you stand, being careful not to slip as you gather your goo-covered Atma Armor Mk. I. You leave the dissolved galotian to recover, returning to your previous endeavors.

You ask Celise if she’s up for some melty goo fun. She claps excitedly and nods, her tentacles stretching eagerly toward you. You walk forward, feeling her warm body caressing your gooey bases before they melt together. The forest of tentacles parts as you walk through it, slowly mixing yourself with the emerald galotian. She sighs above you as your body slides through her. You duck inside, melting and swimming through the mass of tendrils to approach the center. The feeling is amazing, like being touched over every inch of your body by her lukewarm goo. Your colors mix with hers, creating vibrant patterns in the dark green liquid. You can still hear her voice vibrating in her tendrils as you swim through them, and the shuddering travels through your body as well. The pleasure you’re creating for her is reflected twofold back into you. After slipping through her you manage to pull back from the pleasure, reforming yourself inside the tangle of viridian tendrils. You relax in the softness of her body, idly stroking the many extremities of her lower half as you listen to the music of her pleasure noises. They twitch as you touch them, but don’t shy away from your lavish attentions. You could get used to this. You hear a liquid sounding splurch before Celise’s upper body forms above you in the mass of tentacles. She smiles lustfully at you and leans in for a kiss, falling along the wall until her short upper frame lies atop you. You can feel her almost fully solid evergreen nipples rubbing against your gooey flesh, and you reach through your sides to pinch and pull them deeper. Their owner moans in response and gives you a sloppy kiss, slipping her tongue inside you to play. You trade yours for hers, exploring her body with a tendril of your own. She pulls closer to you, and you unsheathe your hands to drape them around her back and lock her in place atop you. Your kissing intensifies so greatly that the two of you begin to sink together, feeling each others pleasure mixing in the process. The feeling of it overwhelms every sense your goo-formed body can emulate, and it responds in the only way it knows how. By coming hard. You had nearly forgotten about your genitals, so when they decide to fill Celise’s upper half with a flood of slime-semen and slime you are only able to spasm in her arms as she absorbs it with gusto, her body becoming slightly clouded in the process before she can filter the excess into a further part of her. Your kisses are softer now, leaving the both of you solid, and with an amount of tongue befitting a human couple. Her tongue flexes incredibly wide, letting you hold it between nearly the entirety of your lips as it slides back into her own. After this short respite your explorations become braver once again, you reach inside the emerald goo-girl’s body and scoop up some of your cum before it can leave to be dissolved. You help the blue and blue swim its way up her body. Her body offers little resistance, letting your hand wade through it like a swimmer in the pool. Her breathing becomes heavier as you approach her head, devolving into rapturous moans as you reach it. Your cum floats inside her semi-solid skull, literally a mind full of fuck. She collapses, unable to hold herself together under the pleasure, and washes over you in a bath of viridian fluid. She reforms beneath you seconds later, humming contentedly and rubbing her hands over your big breasts. Her tendrils wriggle closer to you, firmly massaging your sticky goo-flesh. Sometimes they go a little too hard and slip inside, coming out on the other end only to rub that area instead. Her hands make their way to your sex, swimming through its gooey form with delicate movements. You feel her fingers and tendrils inside and around each of your giant cocks. You thrust your hips up instinctively as they encase them. In a matter of minutes she has you at the edge of orgasm, though this time one that your are perfectly aware of and can feel building within every cell of your gooey form. The feelings rise and boil until they refuse to be kept down any longer. Blue slime-spooge and slime shower the inner sanctum that houses you as they squirt relentlessly from your sexes. Celise licks her lips and moans as your sexual fluids are absorbed by her oversized body. Her hands leave to give your juices ample room to flow, absorbing them across as much of her form as possible to prevent buildup. Taking advantage of her split attention, you melt down over and into her, mixing inside her body. When you finish the two of you are left with both heads, four arms, your genitals, and her chest. While she still works out what’s going on you take the pair of beautiful B-cups and twist their dark jade nipples, delighting when you feel the sensations along side her. The emerald goo-girl’s head shoots back as she gasps, trying to find words or moans but unable to voice any of them. You continue to abuse the squishy boobs with both hands with utter abandon as she tries to regain her senses. In her blind lust her hands search the combined body, ending up at the genitals. She begins to play with them automatically, still thinking they are only connected to you and thinking she’s taking her revenge. You feel the sudden influx of euphoria as it explodes through your body and into her head. You laugh as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, but her hands continue milking, sending rockets of orgasmic glory to obliterate any chance of her thinking. In no time at all her berserking thrusts begin to reach your mind as well, and you feel the third round of bliss welling up throughout your blue goo. You let go of her breasts and turn her head toward you, kissing her lust addled lips and closing your eyes. The feedback of your feelings from the kiss and hers run like a revolving door with no exit through your mind, growing to infinite pleasure and probably continuing past the point that it renders you incapable of thinking. Your body pulses with more energy than you could have thought possible, overfilling even the massive appetite of the tentacled goo girl. Your slime-cum and slime dribble from the tips of her tentacles as they try to absorb it in time. Neither of you can even muster the energy to shout out as you kiss each other and cum in a seemingly endless cycle. The tentacles assist in the only way they know how, encircling the pert B-cups and flicking at their nearly solid nipples. The entirety of her form shudders with the earth-shaking bliss of this cum. When you come to, you’re lying in a Celise colored puddle on the floor of your ship. It seems you recovered more quickly than her, and you stand, being careful not to slip as you gather your goo-covered Atma Armor Mk. I. You leave the dissolved galotian to recover, returning to your previous endeavors.

Jan 15th, 2018

Trials In Tainted Space Goo Core

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You awake to the light of a bright-burning sun in your eyes. The softness of the bed you once laid upon is replaced by fluffy yet somehow solid clouds. High above is a sky bluer than a robin’s egg and seemingly endlessly vast, stretching around below you as well as above. There’s no sign of land or even a planet to be found. Stumbling up on your feet, you look around in a panic, searching for something, anything familiar, but there is nothing to be found. Not a ship, not a holoconsole, not a single other person.
Well, except for those angels fluttering down from out of the sun’s glare.
Wait... angels? Cupping your hand to shield yourself from the unearthly radiance, you piece together the details of their forms: tall statuesque bodies clad in heavy, gold-accented robes, eyes glowing like a cloudless morning, immaculate blonde hair, and yes... radiant halos of pure light. Wings more majestic any siren’s casually flutter behind them, casting no breeze and yet somehow holding their charges aloft. Your mouth gapes open, and you make no move to close it. This is insane.
“Quote!” Booms a voice like a brassy warhorn.
You clap your hands to your ears in pain, doubling over from the intensity of her voice. Just hearing her talk is like standing next to a heavy freighter while it lifts off.
“Sorry,” the lead angel whispers, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder as she apologizes. “It is easy to forget how fragile you mortals are. Do not be afraid of us. Be afraid of the corruption within you.” She squeezes, so strongly that it’s almost harmful, casually pushing you to your knees. “You are tainted. The seething darkness within you could infect an entire realm if not purified, even cast down gods in time. We have seen it happen before, in another land, and we will not see it happen again.”
Awestruck, you ask, “Can you purify me?”
The angelic archon releases your shoulder and lifts your chin, smiling beatifically. “Of course we can, child. Enough holy essence can wash away even the foulest taint, but it must applied thoroughly, without and within.”
“Essence?” You look at her curiously. You’ve never heard such an expression before.
The angel pats your head and laughs, “Yes child... essence.” Pulling her robe to the side, she reveals her angelic form. She is both curvy and muscular, chesty and strong. She’s the kind of girl who could bury your head between her breasts and pin you there until you suffocated... and she’s got a cock. A big, fat horse-cock, to be specific. It is completely at odds with the rest of her appearance. Where she has skin like polished marble, it has sweat and musk, its veiny surface pulsating in a decidedly un-angelic way.
Your head swims. This isn’t right, is it? But the smell... it’s like walnuts and ocean salt, only dizzyingly potent. Your whole body flushes just from the smell of it, so thick you can taste it on your tongue. Even stranger, you realize just how much you want to taste it on your tongue. The rest of the divine choir tosses aside their robes, revealing a bevy of bestial behomoths, every single one of them just as big and fragrant as their leader’s, but they are far from identical. Some are jet black, others pink, and some mottled.
They press in on all sides. You hold out your hands, ostensibly to push them away, but the minute you feel the benevolent boners touching your palms, you squeeze them right back.
“Corruption may also be burned out with heat,” the lead angel proclaims, snapping her fingers. Her halo bursts into fire, and her cock surges, growing several inches longer in the span of a single heartbeat. Its rich, pheromonal scent doubles, and your fair skin feels hot. The barest breeze is like feathers stroking your molten skin. Sweating profusely, you stare in wonder, licking your lips unthinkingly. You aren’t sure if its the corruption within you or the angel’s own unholy power that’s making you crave her cock so powerfully, but you don’t care much either way. It’s too hot to think. Too hot not to pant.
The archon’s cockhead swells fatter and fatter, then spurts a trickle of brilliant white fluid. It slaps into your lips, splattering across your face, painting you in a layer of glowing goo. She strokes herself, willing more of her silvery pre-spunk to spurt forth, and then, midway through a squirt, she presses her flare to your lips, forcing you to kiss the pebbly flesh of its rim. True to its name, it flares wide, stretching your mouth open as it’s fed inside, making you gurgle perversely.
With your attentions almost entirely focused on the holy creature’s unholy beast-cock, you’re surprised to discover that your arms are starting to get sore. Not from the position you’re in but from the way you’re furiously pumping the circle of dicks around you. They’re thrust at you so lewdly, their animalistic tips leaking more of that blessed liquid over your hands, wrists, and arms. You panic briefly, unable to decide on which ones you should focus on, darting from dick to dick to dick, never giving one more than a half-dozen affectionate strokes before journeying on to the next. There’s just too much dick!
Warmth surges in your throat, pouring down your esophagus, smoothing away your gag reflex and your panic along with it. Your eyes drift closed, and that perfect, creator-blessed horse-prick burrows in along its lubricated path, briefly bulging your neck in a clear imprint of its distinctive shape. Strong hands with stronger fingers grab your arms, wrap your digits around the closest dick, and frantically pump you back and forth along the lucky equine phallus. The same is done to your other hand. Balls clap against your chin, forcing your nose to push up into her leather sheath.
You swoon, drunk on the archon’s scent, feeling her cohorts clench in your hands and unload, dizzy and hot, so very hot. It feels like the divine spooge splatting into your fair skin is sizzling from your heat. The balls on your chin pulse, and your tongue gives an answering swirl. Your arms are passed around to the next pair of angels, pressed into the unyielding, veiny flesh and forced to stroke once more. Flaring your nostrils, you suck in a desperate breath, drunk on the resplendent being’s bestial cock-stench, allowing yourself to be used... purified... whatever.
They could bend you over and ram one up your asshole, and you wouldn’t complain. A wave of brilliant goo cascades over your hair. Simultaneously, a geyser of purifying cum bathes your flank. Your hands are pried off the trembling lengths mid-orgasm, no matter how tightly your fingers clutch at them, and forced to serve new masters. These ones go off immediately, like they’ve been edging this whole time, getting off to watching you deep-throat their mistress, ready to explode the moment they brushed your pinkie.
This time, the cum doesn’t stop. You are bathed in it, anointed in it, baptized in a swimming pool of angelic nut-butter. Better still, the dick in your mouth is bulging, its urethra straining, expanding, pumped full of a sticky snack for your corrupted middle. It goes off like a cannon, making your midriff burble and expand. It’s flooding you, pumping what must be gallons of angelic essence forcefully into your very soul. You can feel yourself expanding with it, not just physically but completely, becoming greater, holier, more fit to serve the galaxy and these gifted girls.
White-glowing juices blind you, but you don’t need to see with your eyes. You can see with your own blinding radiance, ignited by these divine creatures’ offerings. Every cummy splash is a declaration of your own divine purpose, a reminder that you exist to serve the universe’s whims. Your spirit drinks in the cum right alongside your belly, and just when you feel fit to burst, you cum.
You wake up, shuddering in the throes of bliss. What a dream!

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You awake to the light of a bright-burning sun in your eyes. The softness of the bed you once laid upon is replaced by fluffy yet somehow solid clouds. High above is a sky bluer than a robin’s egg and seemingly endlessly vast, stretching around below you as well as above. There’s no sign of land or even a planet to be found. Stumbling up on your feet, you look around in a panic, searching for something, anything familiar, but there is nothing to be found. Not a ship, not a holoconsole, not a single other person. Well, except for those angels fluttering down from out of the sun’s glare. Wait... angels? Cupping your hand to shield yourself from the unearthly radiance, you piece together the details of their forms: tall statuesque bodies clad in heavy, gold-accented robes, eyes glowing like a cloudless morning, immaculate blonde hair, and yes... radiant halos of pure light. Wings more majestic any siren’s casually flutter behind them, casting no breeze and yet somehow holding their charges aloft. Your mouth gapes open, and you make no move to close it. This is insane. “Quote!” Booms a voice like a brassy warhorn. You clap your hands to your ears in pain, doubling over from the intensity of her voice. Just hearing her talk is like standing next to a heavy freighter while it lifts off. “Sorry,” the lead angel whispers, putting a gentle hand on your shoulder as she apologizes. “It is easy to forget how fragile you mortals are. Do not be afraid of us. Be afraid of the corruption within you.” She squeezes, so strongly that it’s almost harmful, casually pushing you to your knees. “You are tainted. The seething darkness within you could infect an entire realm if not purified, even cast down gods in time. We have seen it happen before, in another land, and we will not see it happen again.” Awestruck, you ask, “Can you purify me?” The angelic archon releases your shoulder and lifts your chin, smiling beatifically. “Of course we can, child. Enough holy essence can wash away even the foulest taint, but it must applied thoroughly, without and within.” “Essence?” You look at her curiously. You’ve never heard such an expression before. The angel pats your head and laughs, “Yes child... essence.” Pulling her robe to the side, she reveals her angelic form. She is both curvy and muscular, chesty and strong. She’s the kind of girl who could bury your head between her breasts and pin you there until you suffocated... and she’s got a cock. A big, fat horse-cock, to be specific. It is completely at odds with the rest of her appearance. Where she has skin like polished marble, it has sweat and musk, its veiny surface pulsating in a decidedly un-angelic way. Your head swims. This isn’t right, is it? But the smell... it’s like walnuts and ocean salt, only dizzyingly potent. Your whole body flushes just from the smell of it, so thick you can taste it on your tongue. Even stranger, you realize just how much you want to taste it on your tongue. The rest of the divine choir tosses aside their robes, revealing a bevy of bestial behomoths, every single one of them just as big and fragrant as their leader’s, but they are far from identical. Some are jet black, others pink, and some mottled. They press in on all sides. You hold out your hands, ostensibly to push them away, but the minute you feel the benevolent boners touching your palms, you squeeze them right back. “Corruption may also be burned out with heat,” the lead angel proclaims, snapping her fingers. Her halo bursts into fire, and her cock surges, growing several inches longer in the span of a single heartbeat. Its rich, pheromonal scent doubles, and your fair skin feels hot. The barest breeze is like feathers stroking your molten skin. Sweating profusely, you stare in wonder, licking your lips unthinkingly. You aren’t sure if its the corruption within you or the angel’s own unholy power that’s making you crave her cock so powerfully, but you don’t care much either way. It’s too hot to think. Too hot not to pant. The archon’s cockhead swells fatter and fatter, then spurts a trickle of brilliant white fluid. It slaps into your lips, splattering across your face, painting you in a layer of glowing goo. She strokes herself, willing more of her silvery pre-spunk to spurt forth, and then, midway through a squirt, she presses her flare to your lips, forcing you to kiss the pebbly flesh of its rim. True to its name, it flares wide, stretching your mouth open as it’s fed inside, making you gurgle perversely. With your attentions almost entirely focused on the holy creature’s unholy beast-cock, you’re surprised to discover that your arms are starting to get sore. Not from the position you’re in but from the way you’re furiously pumping the circle of dicks around you. They’re thrust at you so lewdly, their animalistic tips leaking more of that blessed liquid over your hands, wrists, and arms. You panic briefly, unable to decide on which ones you should focus on, darting from dick to dick to dick, never giving one more than a half-dozen affectionate strokes before journeying on to the next. There’s just too much dick! Warmth surges in your throat, pouring down your esophagus, smoothing away your gag reflex and your panic along with it. Your eyes drift closed, and that perfect, creator-blessed horse-prick burrows in along its lubricated path, briefly bulging your neck in a clear imprint of its distinctive shape. Strong hands with stronger fingers grab your arms, wrap your digits around the closest dick, and frantically pump you back and forth along the lucky equine phallus. The same is done to your other hand. Balls clap against your chin, forcing your nose to push up into her leather sheath. You swoon, drunk on the archon’s scent, feeling her cohorts clench in your hands and unload, dizzy and hot, so very hot. It feels like the divine spooge splatting into your fair skin is sizzling from your heat. The balls on your chin pulse, and your tongue gives an answering swirl. Your arms are passed around to the next pair of angels, pressed into the unyielding, veiny flesh and forced to stroke once more. Flaring your nostrils, you suck in a desperate breath, drunk on the resplendent being’s bestial cock-stench, allowing yourself to be used... purified... whatever. They could bend you over and ram one up your asshole, and you wouldn’t complain. A wave of brilliant goo cascades over your hair. Simultaneously, a geyser of purifying cum bathes your flank. Your hands are pried off the trembling lengths mid-orgasm, no matter how tightly your fingers clutch at them, and forced to serve new masters. These ones go off immediately, like they’ve been edging this whole time, getting off to watching you deep-throat their mistress, ready to explode the moment they brushed your pinkie. This time, the cum doesn’t stop. You are bathed in it, anointed in it, baptized in a swimming pool of angelic nut-butter. Better still, the dick in your mouth is bulging, its urethra straining, expanding, pumped full of a sticky snack for your corrupted middle. It goes off like a cannon, making your midriff burble and expand. It’s flooding you, pumping what must be gallons of angelic essence forcefully into your very soul. You can feel yourself expanding with it, not just physically but completely, becoming greater, holier, more fit to serve the galaxy and these gifted girls. White-glowing juices blind you, but you don’t need to see with your eyes. You can see with your own blinding radiance, ignited by these divine creatures’ offerings. Every cummy splash is a declaration of your own divine purpose, a reminder that you exist to serve the universe’s whims. Your spirit drinks in the cum right alongside your belly, and just when you feel fit to burst, you cum. You wake up, shuddering in the throes of bliss. What a dream!