don't know how many times I'll use the introduction "this is a piece for personal gratification" but I do know I will be doing it at least once more. This is a piece for personal gratification; there, I said it. Truth be told I really wasn't going to place myself in this story because I feel like it's something I do all too often, but at the time of its penning I was planning on this being a precursor to a possible future collaboration, so I decided that it would be best to use the Dracokon dragon character once more for this story. I really don't love myself as often as my work implies. Really.

ecret Oasis is a story that honestly was a guilty pleasure, and despite me saying that about The Infection as well, I mean is this time. This short story hits on a few kinky chords of mine and makes a perfect harmony, to me at least. Your mileage may vary. If you aren't a fan of things like goo and oviposition and the ensuing transformation you should turn back now. Or don't, and you'll probably have a great time.

t's worth pointing out that Secret Oasis has completely destroyed the Dracokon "avatar" (the dragon) I use online. After this story it became a tongue-in-cheek joke that I was a goo dragon. After weeks of that inside joke refusing to die... now I am. You don't see me fighting it though, it's fun!

racokon gave an introspective "hmm" as he eyed a curious little rock while turning it around in his hand to examine it. The white rock was one of many crystalline stones that were scattered in the soil of the trail he was walking along. Most everything the dragon came across on the trail tickled his fancy because much of it he either hadn't seen before or was familiar only with things that were similar to the new discoveries. This trail was an experiment to Dracokon; it was one he had never ventured down before and from the looks of all of the overgrowth and the lack of scents of other dragons, nobody else had recently either. It was quite a ways away from his lair in the forest but the prospect of doing a little exploration into the unknown was too much to pass up; however several discoveries (and miles) into his hike he began to grow tired and sat down on a small boulder to rest his legs for a while - his feet were aching from all of the walking.

ooking into the moderately overgrown brush he noticed what looked like a small oasis just off of the trail. Seeing what looked like a small pool of water made Dracokon aware of his own thirst so he stood up and made his way over to the oasis, pushing branches and plants out of his way as he ventured over to it. The water's surface was calm and the water itself was crystal clear letting Dracokon literally see the bottom of the watering hole. It appeared to be fresh water and the pond itself looked to be weathered into rocky ground, not dug into the dirt or mud like most other bodies of water the dragon was used to. The pond itself was decently sized, big enough for Dracokon to fully submerge himself in if he wanted to and big enough to splash around in as well.

racokon wasn't here to play though; he was thirsty and here was a hidden little pond of fresh mineral water just for him, a secret he decided he wouldn't share with anybody else. It would be his little retreat.

racokon stepped up to the edge of the pool and bent down to take a drink, glancing at his own reflection as his snout dipped into the water. He enjoyed a couple of sips of the water feeling its refreshing coolness flow down his throat and into his belly, but then something strange began to happen. The water in the pond started to coagulate from a liquid into a thick slimy syrup and in a matter of seconds took on the consistency of a gelatinous goo. Dracokon quickly pulled his head up from the water, strings of goo dripping from his mouth as he warily eyed the "water" in the pool.

"hat is this stuff?" The dragon said to himself. "I... I drank some of it. It's inside of me... is it toxic?"

s worrying thoughts filled Dracokon's head the dragon quickly began to psychosomatically feel somewhat ill, wholly believing that he just drank something poisonous. The coagulated water in the pond quivered and shifted slightly getting the dragon's attention and causing him to take a few more cautious steps away. Without warning a thick and gooey appendage lashed out at Dracokon, splattering somewhat upon impact as it hit the upper half of his left forearm and quickly engulfed his arm and shoulder. The pliable goo stiffened quickly as Dracokon tried to pull himself away and his resistance was met with another tentacle striking him on his neck and tugging him forward.

he sudden forceful jerking motion of his neck instantly made Dracokon dizzy and with a marginal amount of effort the seemingly sentient mass of cerulean goo pulled the stunned dragon straight into the lake of viscous liquid. Dracokon struggled to try and swim to stay afloat but quickly discovered that while he did sink a little bit it appeared the goo wasn't going to let him be completely submerged. As he lay on his back there were several more feet of goo underneath him while the couple of feet of goo he sank into seemed to cushion and support his weight as it covered most of his neck, wings, tail, and gingerly coated parts of his arms and legs to maintain a grip on him.

racokon didn't know what the goo was trying to do to him but he didn't want to find out. He fought against the gel and while all around him it felt so soft and pliable when he resisted it the substance hardened quickly, even responding to less forceful squirms of resistance by gradually thickening into a consistency like that of taffy. The more he fought with it the weaker the dragon became until he lay motionless in the muck trying to catch his breath. He was trapped and a chill ran down his spine as he felt the ooze slowly creep up from the base of his tail, circling and coating his tailhole in goo before it began to trickle inside of him. Feeling the coolness of the goo traveling through his inner cavity evoked a surprised gasp from the dragon. Seizing the opportunity the goo crawled up his neck and began seeping into the corners of his mouth.

racokon instinctively shut his mouth and sealed his lips to try and keep it out of him but it served to no avail; the goo continued to seep in through the small gaps between his teeth, pooling in his maw and prying it open so a smooth gooey tentacle could glide down his throat and inside of him. In a fit of panic Dracokon tried to struggle away afraid that he would suffocate, but he quickly realized that the goo was somehow letting him continue to breathe as it traveled down inside of him, spreading its subtle tingly feeling everywhere it flowed. By now the goo trickling into his tailhole had widened in flow to about half the thickness of an average dragonhood, this time evoking a pleasurable but muffled murr from the dragon as the soothing coolness of the goo expanded and tickled his tailhole while entering him.

he slime-bound dragon's mind was becoming somewhat hazy, he couldn't remember how long he'd been restrained or how much goo had flowed into him but it didn't show any signs of stopping. His whole body was engulfed in the goo's coolness from the inside out, he wasn't sure how much was inside of him but the one thing he was sure of was that he wanted more; he'd take the entire pond of goo if it would fit inside of him. The feeling of the viscous liquid filling his insides had become arousing to Dracokon whose dragonhood was now fully erect and slowly making its way out of his vent.

he sentient goo took notice of his arousal and effortlessly glided across Dracokon's smooth belly scales and wrapped around his exposed dragonhood, gently thickening and relaxing around his length to replicate a sensation of it being sucked on. Dracokon curled his toes and arched his back a bit, pushing his hips forward and wanting more pleasure but accomplishing nothing but a meager thrust into the air. Sensing his complete arousal the goo probed at the slit of the dragon's member and felt Dracokon twitch and take a quick breath. In an almost devious manner the goo began to trickle down his urethra, filling the dragon's member with the same surge of coolness the rest of his body was consumed in.

racokon let out a muffed moan as he felt the small river of goo slide down his member and begin to pool deep inside of him at the base of his shaft. As the goo continued to flow down his dragonhood and fill him up Dracokon had an unbelievable urge to climax but was unable to do so against the flow of slime seeping into him. Instead he remained permanently on the edge of climax, feeling an almost "reverse" orgasm as his insides gently expanded everywhere to accommodate the cerulean mass that was taking him over. His belly hadn't begun to swell yet but he felt full to the point where another ounce inside of him would make him pop like a goo-filled water balloon.

uddenly the flow of goo traveling inside of him began to slow down to a crawl and the goo tentacle in his tailhole started to swell noticeably as Dracokon watched a spherical object float up from somewhere in the bottom of the pool of goo and travel up through the appendage. Unsure of what it was Dracokon tried to clench his tailhole up around the tentacle to keep it from getting inside of him but was so full of goo his internal muscles failed under the strain. The object made its way up through the tentacle and gently pressed against the dragon's tailhole. Dracokon could feel his tailhole begin to stretch even more to grant access to the object and with a curl of his toes and a slight arching of his back it quickly slipped inside of him using his goo-filled insides as its vehicle and coming to a rest somewhere in his belly.

efore long another spherical mass was trying to make its way into the dragon. It was met with less resistance than the first and each sequential object was easier and easier until after the fifth or sixth one Dracokon was easily accepting them into his body and enjoying the feeling of his tailhole widening to let them in. Originally he wasn't sure what the objects were but after the first few made their way inside of him he inferred they must be eggs of some sort; goo-filled eggs, and he wanted as many of them as he could get. His already full insides had expanded to what Dracokon thought was their limit but as the sizeable eggs made their way into him his belly continued to find room for them somewhere, but their presence was showing; the dragon's belly now had a slight outward bulge.

he goo tentacle in Dracokon's mouth also began to expand which worried him, but not in the sense of being able to fit more eggs inside of him; Dracokon didn't exactly make a hobby out of swallowing large objects whole, that kind of practice was reserved for snakes as far as he was concerned. He could see the first egg in the tentacle and tried to brace himself hoping he wouldn't choke on the eggs while trying to swallow them. The first egg made its way into the dragon's maw and pressed up against the back of his throat. Expecting the worst he shut his eyes and waited for something awful to happen but instead after a strange and quick "pop" feeling Dracokon felt the bulge move down his throat and, like the other eggs, become lost somewhere inside of him. The rest of the eggs weren't far behind.

hrough a mix of sheer numbers and mind-numbing pleasure Dracokon lost count of the eggs, instead judging how many were inside of him based upon the subtle swelling of his belly. He was stuffed with two more final eggs, one from each tentacle, and after they came to rest inside of him the girth of the gooey tentacles began to taper off until they were no longer penetrating the dragon. Its work done, the goo that was holding the dragon in place reverted to its pliable form and re-endowed Dracokon with the ability to move... if he was able to. Rather than get up Dracokon instead placed his hand on his belly and moaned as he ran his fingers along his scaly skin which had stretched to make room for his expanding goo-filled insides and had become incredibly sensitive to touch in the process. He reached down to his goo-engulfed dragonhood and gave it a couple of long and slow strokes, using the slippery goo as a makeshift lubricant. He no longer felt the urge to climax like he did before but could certainly feel how full of goo his internal testes had become.

familiar cool feeling began to faintly flicker deep inside of Dracokon. He had grown accustomed to the original coolness of the goo and no longer felt it; this was different. This felt stronger. He shifted his goo-heavy body around a bit as he felt the sensation begin somewhere inside of his belly and placed both of his hands on his soft underside as the feeling started to gain a dizzying momentum and radiate through him. The coolness was met with a strange tingly feeling, a kind of numbness that felt more like a soothing salve instead of the regular pins and needles numbness.

racokon moaned and involuntarily gave a few sharp thrusts upward into the air. He looked back down at his belly as he felt the sensation spread to his skin and saw that the cream colored scales of his belly were changing; they were becoming translucent and adopting a curious shade of purple that complimented his natural skin tone - a goo purple. Dracokon's heartbeat spiked and the dragon let out a gasp as the purple-ish blotch began to slowly spread and creep along his body; he was becoming a goo dragon! Dracokon watched on in bewilderment as his member gave a few pleasurable throbs, releasing a small amount of the blue goo before its fleshy pink skin began to adopt its new texture and color. The dragon arched his back and moaned again as his dragonhood flexed several more times before entirely becoming goo while the transformation continued to spread throughout his body in all directions. The wave of coolness surging through his body was powerful and Dracokon watched on as his arms, legs, and tail all transformed into a gelatinous purple goo. He could feel it creeping up his neck and closed his eyes as the last remnants of his scaly dragon body vanished into a sea of euphoria.

s quickly as it began the cool tingling sensation of the goo transformation had dissipated and Dracokon opened his eyes, blinking a few times to get the thin film of purple out of his line of sight. The dragon's mind was full of thoughts and confusion, especially about his new physiology and how he'd even be able to move. Would he walk? Or would he just kind of ooze around everywhere and be unable to keep his form? Dracokon wanted to find out so he attempted to move his right arm and was pleased to find out that controlling the locomotion of his body was still moderately the same as it once was. Still relaxing in the pond of blue goo he looked down at his still "erect" dragonhood and admired how it now had a glistening sheen to it and quivered ever so slightly as it twitched.

e reached down to feel it and as his fingers met his member the two merged together. He quickly pulled his arm away and watched as the goo that comprised his fingers elongated and tapered off, "severing" them from his body as they melted into his gooey dragonhood.

"ek! My fingers!" Dracokon panicked.

ealizing he didn't actually lose any mass he quickly figured out he still had them in goo form somewhere in his body. Unsure of how to materialize them he started first by simply mentally picturing a complete hand in his head... and after a few moments of feeling a few ounces of goo travel up his belly and down his arm he watched as his fingers almost magically grew back and worked just as well as they used to. Curious as to if there was a way to make his appendages not merge with themselves he attempted to grasp his member again, this time keeping a mental image of his body parts not fusing together.

is idea worked and he was able to take hold of his gooey dragonhood and feel its new texture; pliable but firm like the rest of his body. He stroked it a few times to gauge if it had a heightened sense of sensitivity and instead discovered that sensual touching no matter where it was on his body had the same pleasurable effect. His dragonhood was mostly for show now, and to put on a show for himself he quickly had the devious thought to experiment with a range of changes to its form ranging from gently swelling it to making several dull gooey spikes appear on it before "retracting" it back inside of his body by means of reabsorbing it.

racokon was intrigued by the amorphous qualities of his new body and enjoyed several more moments of fun as he morphed his arms into tentacles and his wings into... more tentacles. He was ready to get up and leave though, eager to learn more about his new body in an environment that was more practical than a pool of goo. Using his arms as leverage Dracokon rolled onto his side and tried to prop himself up by pushing against the goo. Instead his arms almost entirely sank into the pool and merged with the entire lake of goo; the dragon shuddered in pleasure as his body felt like it suddenly grew fifty times its size. He wasn't too keen on stealing all of the goo for himself because being the size of a walking lake would be incredibly unwieldy, but that didn't stop Dracokon from wasting a few moments of time to have fun making various shapes and contortions with the surface of the pond.

e refocused his attention to his arms and unmerged them from the lake and carefully made his way over to the shore.

"ell, here goes nothing..." Dracokon said to himself as he placed his gooey hands on the grassy lakeside and tried to climb out.

e was worried that his body wouldn't hold under his weight but as he cautiously made his way out of the goo lake he discovered that he could actually walk normally and that his body was perfectly capable of maintaining its shape; in fact he even felt a lot more comfortable because the squishy nature of his new body suddenly turned the soles of his feet into giant shock absorbers – no more achy feet!

racokon was satisfied with his strange new goo body, and rather than keeping the "mineral spring" a secret like he originally intended the dragon had somebody in mind that he knew would be very interested in this new form of "augmented biology". He walked up to the side of the spring and dipped his finger into the goo, merging it with the rapidly liquefying lake and sucking a little extra goo into himself just for good measure before he disappeared back into the overgrowth, devious smile and all.