Auxiliary room 1 stood empty, as it always did between 10pm, when Jazz I ended, and 7, when Yoga II began the next morning. The mirror, whose creases every four feet betrayed the underpaid workers attempts at making it homogeneous, resolutely reflected the lonely white cement block walls of the room and the back of the dance bar that was screwed into the mirror’s reflective surface. Across from the mirror the wall was unadorned save for the ghostly light played across its surface from the small window in the thick wood door, and a small vent which breathed hot, dry air into the room.

But Auxiliary room 1 was a little chilly and the rivulets of moisture, shed from the heaving bosoms of the room’s former occupants, still lingered on the floor. The dark abyss bared behind the grate was not fulfilling its purpose, having stopped issuing its invigorating air and instead spilling a viscous liquid onto the padded floor of the room. With this gelatinous ooze came a dusty and acrid smell, as if some strange machinery deep in the bowels of the building had belched its last dyeing breath.

With a shudder the vent expelled the last of the dust covered blob, which seemed to autonomously gather itself into a tear drop on the floor. With three quick breaths the thick gelatin expanded to the size of a beach ball. The last breath held for just a moment and then, with a soft *kerchoo* and a flash of every color of the rainbow, the blob expelled all the dust from its outer membrane in a puff.

The ooze rolled over the soft ground toward the small spots of glimmering moisture splattered there by the student body. It shivered as it drew close, turning a deep shade of red as it remembered the purpose of its long dirty climb. Slowly it licked the sweet liquid from the ground, letting the taste of it send currents of ecstasy coursing through every molecule of its being. This is why it had climbed through the dusty vents. This is what it had smelled outside and longed to taste again. This was it’s prey…

Outside the room oozekar heard something moving. Quicker than what seemed possible the ooze jetted over to a wall and up it, taking refuge in a dark corner, turning a deep grey. Perhaps it wasn’t too late to catch prey tonight.

The soft pat of bare feet echoed quietly down the hallway as Kaila as stealthily as possibly. It was late and dark, and she was tired since it was only her second day here, but she had this idea for a while already. She had checked the schedule, which although odd for her was quite helpful, and seen that there was a good chunk of time when Auxiliary Room 1 was empty. It was a stroke of luck for Kaila, because she knew she would never be able do her ballet during the day and live it down. She knew she was panicked for no reason, but still, the idea of people knowing she was into ballet would ruin her rough appearance.

Slipping through the door she let it click closed quietly before flipping a switch and turning on one of the sets of lights, giving the room just enough light to make sure she didn't trip over anything. She smiled a bit when she saw the dance bar and mirrors and walked over to them. She set her bag down and unzipped it, pulling out her ballet shoes. She slipped off her school shoes and blouse, reveling a skin tight white leotard. She didn't bother with the skirt since it wasn't gonna get in her way. She sat down on the squishy floor mats and set about tying her ballet shoes on. After than she stood and stretched quickly, not needing much.

She slowly approached the bar and began her warm ups. She didn't need music, and she didn't risk it because it could attract attention and they would find her here where she wasn't supposed to be. Instead she simply remembered the music in her head and hummed along quietly as she turned and swirled around slowly before she would begin an actual dance.

The ooze clung quietly to the roof in the corner as it watched the young student creep into the deserted dance room, and couldn’t believe it’s luck. In walked a tender looking morsel, curvy and with hair the color of bluebells. She came in looked at herself in the mirror and began to take off her clothes, unbuttoning her blouse revealing her beautiful breasts held tightly by the white leotard she wore underneath and removed her sneakers and replaced them with dance shoes from her bag. Oozekar shivered with delight as it watched her slowly stretch down, running her hands along her legs as she stretched each calf and her back, the mirror doubling each action she took. Then she bent backward, causing her breasts to strain against the garment that was holding them in. If Oozekar had lips it would have licked them as the nubile little student placed a soft looking leg onto the dance bar and stretched forward, her copy in the mirror giving a show of what lay under her skirt. To the blob she smelled of sweet wild roses and the excited cacophony of smells and tastes from far off cities mixed with good clean earth. The taste of her exited it, and it knew it would make a long, slow feast of her making sure to taste each and every nook and cranny she had to offer.

It quietly rolled down the wall, listening to its prey hum softly a strange tune as she began the Barre exercises. The blob jumped across to the Barre, stretching itself thin against it and slowly spread along it watching its prey stretch and move against the wooden support screwed into the mirror. Her doppelganger showed her with a smile all her decadent features as she moved elegantly from Pile, to Eleve, to Battement Tendu. The ooze stretched along the Barre flowing like molasses and turning a deep hunter red as it creeped ever closer to its prey, hoping to make contact with an unsuspecting foot or hand as she reached for the Barre for support. For once she did, it would make her beg for mercy as it drove her into ecstasy over and over again…

Kaila felt marvelous as she danced freely in the dim room. Her humming picked up pace automatically as the speed of her dancing increased as well. She knew this song for the most part by heart, hence the need for no music playing. The music was in her head entirely, taking up most of the room that wasn't keeping with it to remember the techniques properly. Slowly she moved from a simple set of pliés and began the actual dance.

A Jeté to the right began the dance as the music that she was still humming became quick and staccato, and on the end of each plinging note she landed lightly from another Jeté. Without hesitation from the last Jeté she slide into quick Chaînés back to her starting position and then farther to the left. Another seamless switch later and she had settled with the music into three slow Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant before her and the music, fell into a short Deboulé before coming to face the mirror once again, Balloning twice, before she hummed the last legato note.

Once the music faded from the forfront of her mind she realized she was panting a bit so she slide down against the mirror, pressing her cheek against its cool surface and off handedly feeling bad for leaving a mark on the clean mirror. She sat there panting, but a smile was still on her face as she closed her eyes to slow her heart rate to calm herself. She raised a hand and set it on the bar to cool her hands as well, not wanting to streak the mirror anymore, and wrapped it around the bar. She was hot enough and distracted enough that the bar didn't feel out of the ordinary. She wasn't focusing on her hand, rather she was focusing on slowing her breathing and listing off all the things she had done 'wrong' in her mind during the dance.

Perched on the Barre the ooze watched her dance. It did not care for form or proper body length, height or whether or not she was hitting her extensions, nor did it care whether her Jetés were landed correctly or whether her feet were in the proper positions during her Fouetté rond de jambe en tournant. All it wanted was to suck each bead of sweat she was working so hard to create, off her sensitive pale skin. This dance was torture, her scent growing stronger and her heart beating time to the staccato of the music, while she displayed every inch of herself doubly over to her unknown watcher. It was chomping at the bit as it watched droplets of moisture form on her swaying skin and gently roll down her tight body only to be thrown off by the swift strong kicks of her legs.

Finally she finished the excruciating dance and cooled herself against the mirror sliding her soft curves down the glass surface. As she reached up to rest her hands on the bar she was disappointed to find the cool wood had been replaced by a warm, smooth, almost electric kind of feeling. And as she lay there enjoying the tingling of her body slowly slowing down, the warm feeling of latex began to spread down her arm and toward her chest.

Oozekar had received his wish at last; the blue haired teen had laid a hand on the bar and try as she might she could not pull her hand away. Quickly it poured down her arm and across her heaving chest, and over her restrictive white leotard. It oozed down across her other arm, and down over her belly and plaid school skirt. The ooze felt like it was deeply humming, as if it held internally a powerful dynamo, while against her sweaty skin it felt dry, and smooth. Finally it stretched down her legs, engulfing her sensitive thighs and calves and finally her restrictive dancing shoes, the only thing left was her head.

The blob paused while it engulfed the rest of her body, enjoying the sounds she made to the horror of the engulfing process. It tasted the skin of her neck: sweet, earthy, and a little spicy, Oozekar would enjoy her for a long time… With that it slowly enveloped her delicate neck, chin, sumptuous lips, button nose, blue eyes, and with a pop, she was completely swallowed, crown to toes. The gelatin quickly flashed every color of the rainbow in triumph, finally resting on a delicious yellow.

Kaila sighed once her breathing had come to a normal pace, but then picked up again as she felt something on her arm. Her thoughts started at bead of sweat, then went to spider, then went to condensation on the mirror, then back to spider before she felt it move farther down onto her. This wasn't sweat or condensation, it was moving with a purpose. It slide down her arm and over her chest. " Shit, what is this?" she said, trying to pull her hand away from the bar to no avail and her other arm getting engulfed next to the first.

"What the hell is this?!?" she said, panicking now, thinking this was some sort of disciplinary measure or something used to keep her here till a teacher or someone got there to yell at her. As the ooze slide over her legs she whimpered a bit, wondering just how much trouble she was in.

As the ooze started to creep up her neck she screamed at the top of her lungs until her mouth was covered and she clamped her lips tightly closed, not wanting to inhale any of the slime, but kept her eyes open. She wanted to know what was happening. When the slime began to flash every color of the rainbow it reminded her off handly of looking through the old 3D glasses. She was hesitant to open her mouth, not knowing what the slime would do, but also hadn't tested how long she could hold her breath. She would wait until she was going to pass out before she took a breath.

By the time the feminine high pitched scream filled the thick walled room, passed through the solid wood door, echoed down the deserted hall, and entered the main gym which had been closed for the night, it was nothing but a whimper and died before it ever even had the chance to find the help the poor girl in Auxilary room 1 desperately needed.

Oozekar, quite pleased with itself, allowed the girl to pull her hand away from the Barre only to lift her bodily from the floor and position her facing the mirror. The room could still be seen through the thick gel covering her eyes; it gave everything in her periphery a distorted bended quality, like a funhouse mirror, and dyed the dark room a warm yellow. The blob slowly expanded so that in the mirror her disheveled body looked like it was partially suspended in a gelatin desert, her blue hair flowing as if it were underwater. She found she could move, though it felt like trying to move through tar and every time she reached for the precious air outside her gooey prison, it simply moved away from her out stretched hands.

The blob grew small and penetrated into each ear simultaneously, giving the girl an odd sensation which could be classified as good if she had itchy ears. With a sharp pain the goo pierced both eardrums simultaneously. It stung like a bee on both sides of her head, but it quickly went away, only to be replaced by the feeling of pressure creeping around deep inside her head. The ooze was in her head and approaching her brain. The feeling was maddening, and no amount of shaking could get it out. Just when she felt she couldn't stand it anymore, she was greeted by a soft cheery voice. “Hello, Texas!” the pressure inside her head was soothed away by the voice along with a bit of her anxiety, after all the voice wasn't that scary. But then she felt a tickle, and a few past experiences seemed to flash before her eyes. “You dance wonderfully, Texas… or do you prefer Kalia? I wonder what your parent’s would think if they saw their precious little girl dancing like that? Or perhaps I should ask, what would you think of your parents knowing?! Either way you shouldn’t waste so much delicious liquid…” This blob was violating her thoughts … reading her mind! A moment passed while nothing was said and then almost mockingly: “How long are you going to hold your breath? You can breathe… though I’ve heard it’s like breathing at high altitude. I wouldn’t know. Never been that high ... ... and I don't have lungs.”

While the blob established contact with the girl’s thoughts. It slowly unraveled the difficult knot holding on her painfully tight dance shoes and with a quick tug, removed the sock like shoe from her foot and expelled them so they would land haphazardly among the dance mats in the room, which Kalia could see reflected in the mirror. Then slowly it began rubbing her toes one by one, as if a masseuse with ten arms were rubbing out the pain and calluses her dancing had caused. She felt a pressure on her ankle keeping her foot still as she felt strong, almost painful pressure on her feet that was quickly replaced by a wonderful rubbing sensation that relaxed all the muscles in her calf that she had tied into knots during her dancing. Not even the ten armed masseuse could do all that at once. Suddenly a tickling sensation on the arch of her foot could be felt, as if something had licked her lightly with its tongue. And then the process started again.

The same thing seemed to be happening to her hands which relaxed the tension in her shoulders and arms. Each digit was slowly rubbed base to tip by unseen tiny fingers, the pressure points in her hands pressed and the released, and then the feeling of a mouth closing around each digit in turn and sucking once before letting go and the start of the sensations all over again. But the truly troubling thing was the feeling of deep massage seemed to be slowly creeping up her arms and legs.

Kaila felt like she was inside a water bed as the ooze slide her around to face the mirror. With the distorted quality that the ooze gave every thing almost gave her a headache, so she let her eyes slide closed. She reached out to see of she could feel the edge of the slime but never seemed to reach it, so she assumed that it wasn't gonna let her move much more. When the goop slide into her ears she scrunched her head down on her neck, the feeling uncomfortable. She gasped but quickly closed her mouth again, although she couldn't hear it, when the ooze hit her eardrums. The ooze continued past her ear drums deep into her head, making her shake it violently from side to side, despite the slime slowing her down. It was like on of those unscratchable itches that drove you slowly mad.

She on the verge of trying to scratch the ooze out when she heard a perky voice. "Hello, Texas!" it said. Kaila's eyes opened involuntarily, panicked. “You dance wonderfully, Texas… or do you prefer Kalia? I wonder what your parent’s would think if they saw their precious little girl dancing like that? Or perhaps I should ask, what would you think of your parents knowing?! Either way you shouldn’t waste so much delicious liquid…” She started struggling again, wondering what the hell the slime wanted in her brain, but wanting it out of her and fast. Her lungs started to burn with the lack of oxygen when she heard the blob speak to her again. “How long are you going to hold your breath? You can breathe… though I’ve heard it’s like breathing at high altitude. I wouldn’t know. Never been that high ... ... and I don't have lungs.”

Carefully, and not trusting the blob fully, she took a quick breath in and out. It seemed safe enough so she took a few more breaths until she reached a semi regular rhythm. Once her breathing was normal she noticed that the ooze had taken off her ballet shoes and threw them from its mass. As the mass began to rub and massage her sore muscles she sighed into the ooze a bit, letting her eyes slide closed. A slight giggle escaped her mouth as the slime 'licked' the bottom of her foot. Her fingers splayed as the massaging started there as well, feeling pampered and comfortable, but still the slightest bit uneasy. If this thing was here to massage her, it could have told her rather than pounce on her. She relaxed more, rather zened out, not really caring that the massage was moving farther up her limbs, just glad that her tight muscles were being loosened up.

Oozekar was a little miffed; usually the girls dumped into its vat had talked back, either with their mouths or their heads. The blob turned an annoyed orange. “Silent treatment, eh? Well two can play at that game Texas!”

The manipulation of her skin grew up her arms while the sensations in her hands never ceased. It felt like tendrils were sensuously moving up her arms, twirling back and forth, enlivening the nerves and caressing the skin. Then a feeling of pressure, as if someone were insistently tugging or sucking on her arms, their lips gently moving from her shoulders down to her wrists. Then the tendrils would take over, licking her arms up and down. No matter how she moved, she couldn't change how the sensations affected her, nor could she touch herself, and she certainly couldn't escape the sensations the blob was ministering.

She began to feel sensations on her crown. As if the fingers of a lover were slowly caressing her head and hair, but these figures were incredibly nimble, seeming to trace around every hair follicle and gently tug each beautiful flowing blue hair. A gentle rubbing of each temple started in a counter clockwise motion then switched to clockwise, seeming to switch randomly. Tender fingers began to trace around her face, gently touching eyelids and lips. Tongues began to lash the entire circumference of her neck, tracing random paths, while soft sucking mouths kissed randomly, nibbling on her ears and sucking on the star on her cheek.

Almost bursting out, the blob suddenly blurted: “well when was the last time a blob came rolling up asking to massage every inch of your body!” Again the ooze showed it's disturbing ability to read her mind. The blob then gently shifted to a hunting red. “But then, who said I was here to massage you…”

The deep massaging of her legs started with the rubbing of her calves and shins, working out the stiffness from her earlier dance. Then the feeling of tongues slowly licked, in circular patterns, up from her ankles across her calves, and questing further up her thighs. Hands starting at the base of her perky bottom slowly rubbed the outsides and backs of her thighs, working out any knots or tied up muscles. They moved down the leg where it crossed paths with the questing tongues, which played with the skin of her inner thigh, moving dangerously close to the apex of her woman hood. Tendrils began to trace the base of each leg, starting from the sensitive perineum area, tracing around the hem of the leotard, pressing in the crease of the thigh, moving up and over the hip, across her soft cheeks, only to make the trip again. Suddenly the hands rubbing her thighs finished their journey down, and appeared right below her apex, slowly rubbing down her inner thighs, loosening the muscles underneath. When they finally reached her knees they began the agonizing trip once again, while the tongues left no patch of her thighs and calves untouched as they did Pirouettes and Ront de Jambes across her skin.

The agonizing massage of her tight muscles was delightful, but it annoyed her at the same time. A light massage such as she was getting was only a temporary fix, she needed a deep tissue massage to really help her at all, but hey, you get what you get.

Her eyes still closed, she was enjoying the gentle pampering, till she heard the blob speak to her again. “well when was the last time a blob came rolling up asking to massage every inch of your body!” Kaila giggled at that remark, wondering if the slime was getting annoyed with her, but already telling it seemed a bit like it was. “But then, who said I was here to massage you…” the blob continued, this statement sending a uncontrolled shiver down her spine, wondering what the double meaning in the blobs words were.

The blob continued its pampering of her body as it moved farther up her arms and legs, the head massage she was receiving making her feel like she was at a salon and the stylist was washing her hair. When the slime reached the high point of her inner thigh she cringed a bit, the slime a little to bold in her mind, and tried pulling her legs together, fine if the slime massaged the rest of her, just avoided her private places.

“Deep tiss..DEEP TISSUE!” The oozes anger was electric as it sent a shock over her skin, causing muscles to tighten and her hair to stand on end. It’s manipulations of her body grew stronger and harder, almost painfully so, which oddly enough had the effect she wanted, loosening the inner tissue, but leaving her arms and legs somewhat sore.

“I am not your personal massage chair! I am not sold at BrookStone!” She felt her arms pulled violently down as her leotard was dragged down her body. Every inch of skin exposed was immediately assaulted by the caress of tendrils questing across her shoulders and collar. The leotard pulled and tugged on her breasts as it peeled off of them, catching briefly on her perky nipples, before her soft mounds were exposed to the electric hum of Oozekar’s touch.

“Don’t you want to see?” It asked, as it forced her head to watch her beautiful double in the mirror as her leotard and skirt were striped from her body. The tight garment was pulled down her torso, exposing inch after inch to the questing tendrils. They rubbed across her midsection and ran along her ribs. They fondled her belly button and ran up and down between her breasts, but always making sure not to touch the sensitive flesh of her ample breasts or brush past her nipples.

“I am Oozekar! I am free! And I am hungry!” It tore the skirt off her, the tatters flying across the room. Then in one swift tug it pulled the leotard down her legs and off, exposing her most private parts to the touch of the honey like ooze as it eased into her. Her body floated bare in the mirror as she was forced to watch, her arms useless to cover herself and her head unable to turn away.

Knuckles seemed to dig into her back as the ooze started a shiatsu massage up and down her back, relieving the last bit of tension her dance (and Oozekar’s outburst) had given her. The sensations seemed to calm and return to normal. Now that the pain had subsided, the constant manipulation of every inch of her skin, save her most tender areas, was quite maddening. It was constant and focused pleasuring every bit of her, but denying the bits that would truly make the experience erotic.

The ooze seemed to expand and contract as if taking a breath. Its shade turned from red back to yellow.

"Now you see. You made me all angry. And you should never eat while you’re angry …”

Kaila groaned as she felt an electric shock move over her, shuddering with surprise. When the ooze began to kneed her tissue hard she let out a deep sigh at the nice feeling of having long tight muscles loosened, but crinkled her face abit at the roughness of the massaging. She gasped when the leotard was pulled off her and roughly yanked down. As soon as her breasts were exposed to the ooze they felt tingly and nice, causing Kaila to moan softly before biting her lip angrily.

Watching herself in the mirror was like watching something be digested slowly, and made Kaila a little light headed. Again she gasped when she felt the ooze touch her mound but thought fast. With a quick (as much as that word applies in the slime) flick of her wrist a thin force field between her nether lips and the slime, preventing it access.

The deep kneading of her back was heavenly, making her relax into the blob again, even though she was still guarding her nether region. After a time the slime returned to its original ministrations, caressing and moving over her skin. When she heard the blob say something about eating while angry Kaila wailed. She didn't want to be eaten. . .

The girl’s terrified wailing had an interesting and unexpected effect. As she cried out the ooze began to vibrate with the frequency. As her cries got louder the vibrations became more pronounced as they were amplified and redirected. Each tendril kneading her skin began vibrating too, growing and waning with the ebb and flow of her screams. “Oh relax. You may enjoy the feast... Like a little Texas barbeque.” The ooze jabbed at her.

The blob suddenly noticed the force field she had put up around her mound, and it turned a shocked pink. “Now when did you learn to do THAT?!” It asked in surprise. She could feel it rustle through her memories, pulling up her past experiences with her powers, making her relive them. The manipulations of her body grew stronger and sloppier as it searched, as if it had briefly forgotten what exactly it was doing.

Regaining its composer and having a better sense of what her power was like. It thought for a moment. “This is fine…” The girl heard in her head. “When you’re ready, you’ll drop the shield yourself. And then you will experience mind numbing ecstasy... over and over again... as I feast. And this will happen, all because..” It seemed to whisper to her, deep inside her head, as it turned a hungry red. “You weren’t able to resist…”

With that a deep rolling sensation replaced the sloppy massaging of her muscles, which reached the deep inner tissue, relaxing knots she didn’t even know she had. She would be able to dance better than she ever had before, if she ever got out of this. The manipulation of her body began to speed up. Mouths licked and sucked her fingers and toes. Tendrils massaged and kneaded the skin of her legs and arms. Tongues lashed her belly and back. But then she felt a sucking sensation on her soft breasts, as if a giant mouth had closed over each bosom and sucked them until they almost hurt. And then it let go, pausing to let her breasts return to normal, only to grab and suck them again. Tense and release, over and over again.

Feeler groped and explored the supple cheeks of her bottom. The feelers were caressing and teasing her, as if countless hands were grabbing her as she walked down the street. Suddenly it grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them a little to let the electric ooze poor into the crack between. It paused a moment to let her feel the electric hum of it's touch, and then it began. The feeling of a giant tongue, or “tentacle,” slithered from the edge of the field, across her sensitive back door, to the tail bone and back. The ooze wondered just how long she could keep that field up, considering she left herself dangerously exposed.