Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The Hellhound, fur the color of breakcore and flame the color of ska, sighs contently. It took a few minutes of... "persuasion" but she got this vacation booked for her mortal girlfriend. The poor thing works so hard at this "job" thing the hound keeps hearing about. And some time spent in the sauna is just what the hound ordered! Splashing a bit more water over the coals both of them laid back and smiled at one another.

"I'd say I can't believe you held the agent in your cleavage until we got this trip for free, but... well. I can." The hound just laughs as she starts to visibly sweat through her fur. "I can't believe you put up with having to pay for things." The human girl just smiles and cuddles up closer to her demonic lover, wiping her sweaty brow on fur that's growing equally damp.

They lay there content with one another until the human's nose starts to wrinkle. "Hey, babe. Y-your musk, it's..." words get hard as her brain swims. The hound tilts her head. "What, you want more? I knew you were a little muskslut, but jeeze." Protests die in her throat as her brain starts to boil under the sheer intensity of hound musk that fills the small sauna room. Realizations of how dangerous this could be nothing more than steam escaping her ears as she buries her face against that fur and starts to huff.

The hound just grins, guiding her lover's head to her dripping armpit and holding it there while stroking her growing red rocket, the room growing visibly foggier as both are exposed to the air for a moment. The human moans incoherently as her brain simply melts. And so the couple sit there like that, one getting off at the worship of her scent and the other cumming violently without even moving her fingers, her entire body vibrating... no... bubbling? Boiling. The human's flesh blood and muscle boiling into a liquid under the scent.

The Hound only notices when she cums and her ropes splash into a suspiciously girlfriend colored puddle on the floor. She blinks, looks to her side and finds nothing. "Uh-oh." she says, scratching her cheek and staring at the puddle as it wraps around the ropes of cum. The cum vanishes in an instant and suddenly her girlfriend emerges from the puddle, yet still in it? The Hound smacks a fist into her outstretched paw. "You turned into a googirl! Hot." she says with a grin. Her previously human girlfriend crosses her arms with a wet splat. "You boiled my brain and body! Honestly, I know I like your musk but..." she pauses, looking down at herself. "I can see myself digesting your cum. Huh."

The two stand there for a second until the hound throws some more water on the coals. "Want some more?" she asks. The googirl tilts her head in thought and shrugs. "Fuck it. You can fix me later, right?" The hound nods, and the goo slaps herself around that cock. Throat molding into the perfect hole for it, coaxing rope after rope of cum into the ravenous "stomach" of goo.

This isn't enough for her even as her color is stained white with thick hound cum, so she simply slides her way through the urethra and settles in her balls, absorbing cum directly from the source. Eventually, bored and now more cum than human or goo, she slides her way through the rest of the hound's body, eventually wrapping contently around her brain. The Hound shares her feelings through her flame all the time, but this is the first time her lover has been able to transmit thought and feeling directly without words. It's... intoxicating.

Eventually she'll return to her mortal body. But for now? A vacation spent as cerebrospinal fluid isn't that bad...