Goo Story

After a millennium of bliss, the Omniform Goddess goes out into the multiverse.

Commissioned by CrypticCollaborator. Thanks to him, Akane, cones, and Roof for beta reading and additional contributions.

All persons depicted are fictitious, over the age of 18, and mostly owned by CrypticCollaborator--the Omniform Goddess (aka Eden) is co-owned by cones.

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In 2072 CE, a containment breach occurred at the Valencia Building in Los Angeles, California. A sample of an extraterrestrial substance dubbed ‘polymorphic matter’ was subjected to an electrical current exceeding recommended voltage, causing it to expand exponentially and flood a lab room.

Two people, a scientist and an executive, were in the room at the time of the breach. Their fates were left completely unknown to both the corporation’s investigative teams and the local police. It was believed the two missing parties were either still in the building or they had been utterly disintegrated by the containment breach, since the building’s logs report the two of them entering the building but never exiting it.

The case was closed shortly after a flood of glossy black fluid swallowed the building whole, utterly destroying it. Not long after, the fluid exploded into blindingly intense light. Eyewitness reports of the event are universally frenzied and strain believability, making it difficult to piece together an objective record of what happened.

Coincidentally, not long after the two apparent deaths, an amorphous and apparently omnipotent being calling herself the Omniform Goddess seemed to appear out of nowhere, explicitly stating only a desire to help and guide humanity. A select few had gained the Goddess’ favor somehow, becoming ecstatic latex-like beings of immense, otherworldly power and beauty--effectively reborn in the Goddess’ image.

And now, ‘Olivia’ continued, after a thousand years of absolute bliss, the 40-odd people who gained our favor have cloned themselves and their clones have cloned themselves, and so on and so on, ad infinitum! Who knows how many of us there are now! Well, we do: 5.33 quintillion and counting--there are more of us than there are arrangements on a standard Rubik’s cube!

‘Amelia’ giggled. First the Rubik’s cube, then the universe! God, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend eternity and infinity with than you.

Surely you recall we share literally everything: mind, body, and soul. Who’s to say I’m not the one who had that touching sentiment?

Mmmm, semantics. ‘Amelia’s’ mind wandered a bit. Hey, come to think of it, we basically consummated our love when we finally became one. Did we ever have a honeymoon?

That sounds like more semantics to me. Olivia giggled. I think you’re right, actually. We’ve been doing our thing for a millennium now without ever taking a vacation.

Wanna go take one now?

Are you kidding? What, do you expect me to say, “No, I think we should see other people.”? Let’s go!

With that, the Omniform Goddess left the sea of polymorphic matter like a water droplet falling in reverse, and flew up into space. In a flash, she vanished, traveling orders of magnitude faster than light.

Every time she willed herself to fly faster, her all-powerful polymorphic body complied effortlessly. 1000 c, 1 million c, 1 billion, 1 quintillion, 10^300, 10^3000, 10^googol, 10^googolplex^googolplex--still no limit in sight!

Along the way, she made contact with something for the briefest instant. It was black and gooey, similar to but ultimately different from polymorphic matter. The Goddess came to an instant halt as she realized the foreign goo was sentient.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and I slammed right into you!”

It is okay!

Goo from the Goddess’ wake countless yottalight-years away merged with the goo in her hands like magnetic discs forming an orderly stack, coalescing into the being’s natural form: a deathly pale but strikingly voluptuous humanoid with black hair and eyes (save for a pair of kaleidoscopic yellow irises--the only color across her entire body) and oh so many gooey tentacles.

“It actually felt rather nice! My name is Inky, nice to meet you!”

The Omniform Goddess was stunned for a brief moment. The being before her radiated intensely bizarre and downright eldritch power, possibly even enough to defeat her.

And yet, despite all that, she was so... cute! The absurd contrast caused her to break into a smile. “I-I’m the Omniform Goddess. The pleasure is ours-- ah, mine, rather.”

Inky tilted her head quizzically.

“Ah, I’m the resulting fusion of two humans who became polymorphic beings: Amelia and Olivia.” She split into two forms, mimicking the two likenesses.

Inky made no effort to conceal her awe. “Oh wow! Humans can do that?”

“No, not normally. You see...” She gave Inky a quick recap of how she came to be.

Inky’s face took on that quizzical expression again. “Omniform Goddess? What a formal name! Do you not have another name? Many of my followers like to refer to me as She Who Engulfs the Stars, but I prefer Inky!”

“Ah. Yeah, I see what you mean.” It occurred to her with some embarrassment that even after a thousand years, she still hadn’t gotten around to figuring out a better name. Everyone on Earth and her followers just called her Goddess, so she had gotten used to that.

“Ooh! Can I give you a nickname?”

“Oh, uh... sure.”

“How about Az’ychnqthjraba?”

“Uh… I think I’d prefer a name that humans can pronounce.”

“I know! What about Amelivia?”

“Sorry, I think that’s a bit too silly for me.”

“Eden?”

Her eyes went wide. “Eden...”

“I have an idea! Since you are made of a gooey black substance just like me, what if we call you Inky 2?”

“No no, go back. I think Eden is a great name!”

“Oh! I am glad to hear it! Nice to meet you, Eden!”

“Likewise, Inky!” It still felt a bit strange to be so casual with a being whose worshippers were probably orders of magnitude more powerful than her, but Inky was so easygoing and friendly that that feeling dissipated before long.

“Actually, speaking of gooey black substances, I saw some poly-goo over there, past the edge of this universe.”

“Really? The stuff can be rather dangerous in the wrong hands, and I admittedly wouldn’t mind becoming more powerful. Can you show me where it is?”

“You bet! Right this way!” In an instant, Inky vanished. Eden could sense the direction she departed in and matched her speed easily.

Before long, the two goddesses reached and passed through the impenetrable firmament surrounding the universe, entering the dark void between universes. Once beyond it, there ceased to be any visual indicators of movement--they had to rely on their other senses to navigate.

They found a substantial black sphere, about the size of Earth’s moon. Its surface was perfectly smooth and glossy--by all rights invisible in this utter darkness. Not even the universe Eden and Inky had just exited was close or luminous enough to reflect any light onto it, effectively giving it the perfect camouflage.

Of course, the two goddesses had no trouble identifying the mass, as well as a noticeable scoop taken out of it like ice cream.

“Hm?” Inky flew up to the modest crater. “Odd--some of it appears to be missing. Did someone eat it before we came here?”

“Given no external forces applied to it, inert polymorphic matter like this should eventually reform into a sphere. Since that hasn’t happened yet, I suspect someone or something took some of the stuff recently.”

“Oh, that could be bad!”

“Potentially, but it could just as easily be nothing to worry about. Even so, I think we should make sure. But first...” Eden placed a hand on the polymorphic mass, producing a colossal flare of iridescent light. Her body began convulsing as the light spread to encompass the entire mass and her own body.

This, Eden realized with what little lucidity she was able to retain while being swept away in a torrent of boundless ecstasy, was the best part of goddesshood.

Eden sighed blissfully, completely relaxed and energized at the same time. “Okay! Let’s go find that missing scoop!” 

 

Meanwhile, Synthia, the greatest technological achievement of all time, had just struck metaphorical gold. During her attempts to connect with other versions of herself from other universes, she stumbled upon a huge quantity of polymorphic matter, the raw material that made up literally everything--space, time, matter, and energy.

If she could integrate even a small quantity of the substance into her nanofluid, there’d be no telling what she’d become capable of! Ever since her creation so long ago, her goal was a familiar but crucial one: determining a method of reversing entropy. In fact, she had actually found her answer after her home universe eventually succumbed to heat death: the omnipotent Lady of Light herself, Angela Allbright. Stunned, she had a life-changing epiphany: the only way she could reverse entropy was if she became a goddess herself!

This polymorphic matter could be where it all begins!

She began her surgery on the goo by stripping it down to the molecular level, probing around at the smallest scales to see what can and can’t be done. The stuff was astonishing, easily putting her nanofluid to shame.

It quickly became apparent that it responded to electrical currents. In theory, she could test various wattages and durations and so on, and eventually figure out how to bend it to her will... but that would be like a morbidly curious child aimlessly poking the brain of a corpse, seeing what stimuli produce meaningful muscle contractions. Despite the plan resembling infinite monkeys on typewriters, she was currently unable to come up with anything better. So she got to work, poking arbitrary points in her sample and zapping them.

After 366 zaps, she was starting to identify patterns and logic in the substance’s energy matrix. It was more than clear that she had yet to even scratch the surface of its full potential, however.

When she applied the 367th zap, the resulting reaction defied what little she was able to glean. The polymorphic matter exploded in volume, multiplying itself ad infinitum and beginning to envelop her. She began flailing as if she were drowning. No matter how much she liquidated herself and split into smaller bits of nanofluid, the polymorphic tendrils never relented or slipped up.

She was about to start fearing for her life when the last thing she expected to happen in that moment happened: her polymorphic tomb retreated, leaving bits of nanofluid gruesomely strewn all over the place, like silver blood shed in zero gravity. As she reconstituted herself back into her default dress-clad humanoid form, she jumped at the sight of Eden and Inky before her.

“You really should be careful,” her savior said. “Polymorphic matter can be very dangerous if you aren’t equipped to handle it.”

Her touch had apparently tamed the beast ensnaring her, restoring it to its harmless inert state--apparently because she was made of the stuff! And her companion was an Elder Goddess... Synthia couldn’t help but feel like she was in bigger trouble now.

“Are you alright?” the monochromatic Elder Goddess asked sweetly. “You do not appear injured, but we want to help however we can!”

Synthia was taken aback by these two. They didn’t seem to be here to punish her, otherwise they would’ve retroactively removed her from existence by now.

“I’m undamaged. Was that mass of polymorphic matter yours?”

“No-- well, I guess it is now. My friend Inky here brought it to my attention, so I absorbed it. Like I said, it’s dangerous, but I’m very familiar with the stuff. But it seems you got to it first.”

“And now you’re here to seize the rest from me, right?”

“No, not necessarily. I just don’t want you to end up hurting yourself. What’s your name?”

“...Synthia. You?”

“The Om-- ah, Eden, rather.” She chuckled. “Sorry, Inky actually gave me a proper name just a little bit ago. I haven’t quite gotten used to it yet.”

Inky giggled, clearly proud of herself.

“Anyway, Synthia, what’s your plan with this polymorphic matter?” Eden asked, playing with the goo between her fingers.

“It’s my programming, albeit indirectly. My prime directive is to determine a way of reversing entropy, and the conclusion I’ve come to is that I’ll need all the power I can get to do that. So I wanted to harness the power in polymorphic matter as a step in that direction.”

“I see,” Eden said, “and I believe I understand why you had trouble earlier.”

“Explain.”

“Polymorphic matter responds to souls. Humans have them, and creative types like artists, writers, engineers have particularly strong souls. The two humans who ultimately fused together into me were brilliant scientists, so they were basically instant naturals at adapting to and honing their newfound polymorphic abilities.”

“And I, being a synthetic lifeform,” Synthia added, “lack a soul, and therefore can’t interface with the substance safely.”

“To be blunt, yes.”

“Very well. What must I do to acquire a soul? Can I borrow either of yours?”

Unnerved, Inky recoiled slightly. “I am afraid mine is occupied with a previous engagement and is unavailable indefinitely.”

“Same,” Eden added.

“Is it possible to make one, or possibly clone an existing one?”

Eden shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand the metaphysics involved nearly well enough to give helpful answers.”

“Oh!” Inky perked up as a lightbulb literally appeared over her head. “I do not know either, but I do know someone who would! She can be a little scary to new people, but she is an absolute sweetheart! You two will warm up to her in no time, and I am sure she would be happy to help you out, Synthia!”

She noticed the bulb, grabbed it with a tentacle, and swallowed it whole.

“Very well...” Synthia replied slowly, momentarily dumbfounded by what she just witnessed. “Where is this person?”

Four of Inky’s tentacles reached out and tore open a squarish hole in the fabric of space-time, revealing chaotic fractals of... something resembling light that Synthia couldn’t begin to make sense of.

“Right this way!”

Eden apparently trusted or at least recognized the opening, as she simply passed through it and disappeared without a trace. Synthia glanced over to Inky, apprehensive.

“Ah, do not worry, it is completely safe! I just have to go through last, since I am holding the door open.”

Synthia nodded, understanding but not particularly liking how things were turning out. She turned back towards the eldritch portal. She floated closer and closer to the portal, eventually touching it and passing through, albeit slowly.

Once her EM sensors had passed through and began processing the new environment, sheer awe overrode any apprehension she had, allowing her to pass the rest of the way through without even thinking about it.

They floated over the surface of an endless lake spanning in all directions and illuminated by twilight, accented by floating points of light of various sizes and colors moving along various intersecting paths, like a sort of freeway network for will-o'-the-wisps. Their light reflected in the lake below them, producing a perfect mirror image. The water was utterly clean and still, to the point that Synthia and Eden were hesitant to stop floating, even though the water was quite shallow.

Inky slipped through her portal, allowing the fabric of space-time to mend itself behind her. “Welcome to the Far Waters, the gateway to every afterlife there is.”

Synthia quietly uttered, “It’s... it’s beautiful.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Eden replied. “Are we dead?”

Inky replied, “No, we are just visiting. I notified my friend of our arrival--she should be here in no time!” The mass of tentacles under Inky’s skirt rested in the water, producing ripples radiating outwards.

Synthia stammered, “I-is it okay for you to do that?”

“Of course! It is just water. Ah, here she is now--hi Elegy!”

A petite girl approached the trio, walking on the water’s surface with utmost ease and grace. Her complexion and fashion sense practically mirrored Inky’s own, though her clothing seemed to be made of practical cloth and leather. Synthia recognized the aesthetic as being consistent with the goth subculture, stemming from Earth’s United Kingdom in the early 1980s.

“Hello Inky. These two are friends, I take it?”

“Yup! Eden and Sythia!”

“Nice to meet you both. My name is Elegy, and welcome to my domain.”

Synthia began, “Elegy, I have a problem that I--”

“Ah ah. Before that, please come with me.” Elegy swiftly turned around and walked off.

“...believe you can help solve.” Synthia turned to Inky in bewilderment.

“She said follow. Didn’t you hear her?” Inky happily slithered along, with Eden and Synthia following behind.

Elegy continued on, swiftly and silently, before finally arriving at an elegant table with four matching chairs. She sat down in one.

Gesturing to the open seats, she said, “Please.”

Eden did so, as did Synthia--albeit more gauchely. Inky compressed several of her tentacles down into a pair of human-scale legs before sitting down.

“What would everyone like to drink?” Elegy asked.

“I don’t need anything,” Synthia said.

“Black tea, if you have it?” Eden asked.

“I am not picky--anything you have handy is fine for me!” Inky chirped.

With a snap of Elegy’s fingers, three identical cups of black tea materialized before everyone except Synthia. “Enjoy.”

Inky eagerly downed several liters from her bottomless cup. “Mmmm, tannins!”

“Glad you like it. So, what brings you all here?”

“I have in my possession a quantity of polymorphic matter,” Synthia explained, “but in order to interface with it, I require a soul.”

After taking a sip of her tea, Elegy nodded slowly. “Allow me to explain how souls appear. Souls manifest whenever a living being creates for the simple joy of creating. For most sentient beings, this occurs very early in life. Consider an infant playing with blocks, stacking or arranging them to make an abstract shape. Even a small, arbitrary act of creating like that is enough to grant them a soul.”

“Why don’t I have a soul, then?” Synthia asked. “I’m my universe’s greatest engineer. I have designed everything from stylish dresses to starships. Surely these acts are sufficient to earn me a soul!”

Elegy shook her head. “I’m sure you have. But it’s not *just* creating that grants you a soul. It’s the act of creating simply for the sake of creating. I’ve seen this issue with artificial intelligence before. Everything you do is for your programming, correct?”

“Of course. I was designed as such.”

“If everything you do is because you are forced to fulfill your programming, you’re creating because of that compulsion, not for the joy of creating. A being who is forced to create, who creates solely for money or power, who creates because they’re incapable of anything else does not earn a soul through those acts of creation. I am sorry.”

“So I have no path forward, then,” Synthia concluded bluntly. “The powers that be have decreed that I simply don’t get a soul.” She wasn’t exactly capable of sadness, but she knew unfairness when she saw it.

“Well, that’s not true,” Elegy replied. “I have shepherded many souls of robots and AIs to the worlds beyond. The root of the problem is just the way you were programmed. You weren’t programmed to enjoy creating or to seek happiness. You were simply commanded to answer a question. Could you not modify your programming?”

“That’s impossible. My creators were at one time the only people capable of editing my programming, but I’ve since evolved to such an extent that it would be impossible for even them.”

“I have to disagree. You’re in the presence of an Elder Goddess, a goddess, and an angel--all beings more than capable of ignoring any conception of ‘impossible’ with the same ease you can calculate the vigintillionth digit of pi.”

“Hypothetically,” Eden said, “if you hadn’t evolved in all that time, how would your creators go about editing your programming?”

“It was all very secure--overkill, in retrospect. Each team member had a complex password with at least 200 bits of entropy committed to memory. They input those alongside biometrics like fingerprints, retinal scans, and voiceprints.”

“Did your evolution remove the means of accepting all that and allowing access to your inner workings?”

“No, I’m simply too complex for any human mind to fathom now.”

“And do you still have a record of those passwords and biometrics?”

“Not in this body. I’d have to interface with my starship to fetch that particular data, but besides that, I can access it easily, yes.”

“Well then, I think I have a solution! I’ll assume the form of one of your creators and adjust your programming! Once I’m in, I'll give you the freedom to decide your own goals!”

“I--” Synthia paused, considering it. “This is a sensitive subject. I have never been updated since I became conscious. I am not comfortable with this idea, but if it is the only way for me to fulfill my programming….”

Elegy replied, “I can’t say I blame you, but I will say this: I, too, could be considered an artificial being. I was sculpted from divine marble by the Lady of Light and given life with a kiss. She gave me the freedom to choose what I would be for myself, and that freedom is more powerful than you know.”

Synthia sighed. “In that case, I agree. Inky, would you mind opening a portal to back where we came from? I can’t reach my ship from here.”

Inky nodded and tore the fabric of space-time open again, allowing Synthia to pass through. Eden asked, “Elegy, would you like to come with us and see what happens?”

“Tempting, but I’m afraid I must continue with my duties.”

“Understood. Thank you for the information and hospitality!”

Elegy smiled and bowed her head slightly. “I’m happy to help.”

As Eden passed through the tear, Inky gave Elegy a cute wink before passing through herself. The tear undid itself just as quickly as it appeared. 

 

Back in the void between universes, Synthia summoned her starship, the Serenity. It auto-piloted to her position with incredible speed and braking power, stopping within arm’s reach of Synthia in mere nanoseconds. Placing her hand on its sleek chrome hull, she called up the relevant data, and sent a copy of it to Eden instantaneously through a beam of energy. Eden used that data to transform into a petite and modestly dressed Japanese woman.

Synthia gasped slightly at the sight of her. “Cynthia Sato...”

“The very same,” she replied with a smile. “Hello Synthia. It’s certainly been a while.”

“To put it mildly.”

“Eden brought me up to speed on the situation, so let’s get right to work.”

Synthia produced a computer console out of herself for Cynthia to work on. As she input her convoluted password with ease, she recited, “Cynthia Sato, voiceprint ID: 900-814-844.” The console read her fingerprints and scanned her retinas as she typed.

Inky was surprised to find that the level of multitasking Cynthia was so casually demonstrating was natural talent on her part. She was remarkably formidable for a mortal. Her spouse Connor was incredible, but even he wasn’t that good.

“Cynthia Sato, four-phase authentication verified. You are entitled to Administrative Access to all systems.”

“Excellent. Well, how should I rewrite your programming exactly...?”

Inky asked, “Is it possible to remove her directives and let her do as she pleases?”

Synthia squirmed. “This won’t alter any other aspects of myself though, right? I’ll still be me?”

Cynthia looked up from the console. “Well, in a certain sense, no... but I think it’s worth it. You’ll be something greater.”

Synthia sighed. “I... I accept. Proceed.”

Cynthia answered yes to the confirmation message, which caused Synthia to compress into a sphere and become absorbed into the Serenity.

“I-is that normal?” Inky asked timidly.

“Yes. This is a big change to her code, so she has to reboot for it to take effect. She should be back to normal... ah, right now.”

The sphere re-exited the starship and reformed back into Synthia’s normal humanoid form.

“Synthia? How do you feel?”

“Running self-diagnostic…”

Synthia’s humanoid shape melted into a glob of silvery metal. The metal shifted and squirmed, forming hypnotic, abstract shapes. Then there was a beep, and the bizarre shape collapsed back into a simple sphere. The sphere quickly sprouted two arms, two legs, a head, and the rough shape of a human sculpted itself back into the familiar shape of Synthia, complete with a new skirt and casual T-shirt.

Now that she was humanoid again, Synthia stated, “Diagnostics complete. All systems normal.”

“Glad to hear it! Now for the next step.” The polymorphic matter sample appeared in Cynthia’s hand.

Synthia took it and concentrated. The black putty remained motionless for a long moment... only to twitch slightly, as if something within it was stirring. Inky’s eyes widened as she completely froze, hyperfocusing solely on the poly-goo.

Another twitch--like a cross between a fetus kicking inside their mother’s womb and a bubble rising to the surface of a boiling fluid. Ripples began forming, ever so subtly. The goo was growing, both in mass and volume.

It flattened and became angular, then began floating over Synthia’s palm. Eight interlocked triangles formed and folded in on themselves, forming an octahedron that solidified itself.

Silvery nanofluid dripped upwards from her palm. Spiky tendrils reached up like ferrofluid, grabbing the octahedron. It began spinning, twisting the tendrils into a braid, growing longer and thicker. More tendrils enveloped the octahedron, pulling it downwards. It melted, adhering and soaking into the nanofluid. Synthia’s hand began glowing with iridescent light. The light traveled up her arm, quickly encompassing her whole body. Her eyes went solid white as power beyond reckoning surged through every molecule of her nanofluid.

Synthia froze, her expression dazed. Her body began warbling and shimmering randomly, even beginning to melt. Her stupor gradually dissipated, as if waking up from an intense dream.

“Running self-diagnostic... no rejection! The polymorphic matter has been successfully integrated into my nanofluid!”

“Excellent!” Inky chirped. “Congrats! ...uh, now what?”

“Well, this task alone wasn’t all that’s necessary to reverse entropy like I want to.”

“But wasn’t your programming disabled?”

“It was. I’m no longer compelled to achieve that task, but I still want to. Ever since I saw Angela imbue new life into my entropy-saturated home universe, I fell in love. Programming be damned, I’ve always needed to become as powerful as possible, become a goddess myself.”

“Eden certainly understands where you’re coming from there,” Cynthia replied. “Ah, speaking of, she’s asking if I should be returned to you.”

Synthia shook her head. “You’re an autonomous being; I don’t intend to tell you what to do with yourself. You can stay with Eden, come back with me, go off on your own--up to you.”

“Oh! I appreciate that, thank you! One moment...”

Cynthia cleanly split in two. One of them remained as is while the other morphed back into Eden.

“Eden was kind enough to grant me autonomy as a polymorphic being!” Cynthia grinned. “Actually, now that I’m separate from her, I’m realizing just how... unfathomably powerful I am now. It feels... amazing. Though I guess that’s no surprise to you all!”

Eden and Inky looked at each other, then grinned naughtily.

“You know...” Eden purred, “ever since I absorbed that huge mass of polymorphic matter, I’ve been really horny. I was keeping myself in check all this time, but now... I wanna let loose.”

Inky added, “Connor and I enjoy an open relationship--he has no qualms about me sleeping around, nor I him! I am happy to oblige!”

Synthia scoffed. “You all are trying to peer pressure m--” She paused as realization struck. A dam she wasn’t even aware existed burst open, causing foreign sensations and urges to flood in--too much, too fast.

“R-running self-diagnostic... inconclusive. I... I really want to make love to you. I don’t understand. What’s happening to me?”

“This is all part of the polymorphic experience,” Eden said. “You get used to it. Just relax--the whole idea is that it feels good. We'll guide you through the process, and I think you’ll be better off for it.”

“Y-yes, I think you’re right,” Synthia replied. “I’ve downloaded my universe’s internet into my archives, but it only has information on human and Earth animal sexuality. I’m almost completely uninformed in terms of relations between amorphic divinities.”

“A lot of it is just intuitive. You may not think you have that intuition, but that polymorphic matter within you, the fundamental building block for literally everything... you’ll soon find it knows much more than you think at first glance.”

A shudder ran down Synthia’s spine, immediately proving Eden’s point--that wasn’t something she was unconsciously capable of before.

“Ooh... my, that was... strange. I, uh... that may have been excitement, trepidation?”

Cynthia giggled. “You and me both! Come on, less talking, more fucking!”

All too happy to oblige, Inky exploded in a mess of tentacles, completely obscuring her pale body. Both Synthia and her namesake were bound within a sea of Inky matter spanning as far as her EM sensors could perceive, if not farther. Synthia attempted to resist but her limbs were tightly bound. She wasn’t in pain, but she also couldn’t escape--not even liquification worked. It was one thing to know about an Elder Goddess’ supreme power, but another thing entirely to experience it firsthand. In stark contrast, Cynthia eagerly squirmed in place, more than satisfied that she was utterly trapped.

Inky materialized before them like an unreal hallucination. Her smile was as pleasant as ever, but the omnipresent expressions of her unrivaled power gave her a decidedly darker tone.

“Who should I play with first...?”

Eden phased into the sea and to Inky’s side effortlessly, with a similarly menacing but pleasant grin. “I want to show Synthia what she’s been missing out on all this time.”

Cooing, Inky added, “Cynthia looks so eager and riled up... like she will blow up if I fail to intervene! Oh, I cannot bear to leave her alone!“

Eden liquified and surged all around Synthia, enveloping her and glowing like the evening sky, with colors constantly mixing and blending. Tendrils protruded inward, making their way into Synthia’s orifices and even making a few new ones. Beings like them didn’t have erogenous zones per se. Simply willing it so turns one’s entire form entirely into an erogenous zone of boundless sensitivity, all too ready to be fucked senseless and then some.

Synthia wasn’t aware polymorphic matter had this automatic property. Eden’s tendrils swarming all over and inside her felt impossibly good, as if finally scratching an itch she had suffered with for literal eons. Yet at the same time, she wasn’t even aware it was there until its absence brought such unyielding ecstasy.

Penetration was only the very first step. The tendrils began thrusting with violent force and speed, becoming vibrating blurs too fast for her to keep track of. ...not that she was occupying herself by analyzing Eden’s frantic yet finely controlled movements, that is. Orgasms poured from her like an endless waterfall, filling and flooding her with ecstasy that she was unable to fathom, let alone imagine just yesterday.

She was downright paralyzed by the sheer pleasure surging through her. Her nanofluid dress even began malfunctioning, causing it to flicker and melt away.

Meanwhile, Inky infused her tentacles binding Cynthia with time distortions. A single twinge of pleasure would linger for years, like an echo that dissipates extremely slowly. A full-blown climax would probably last centuries, if not longer. Inky certainly didn’t know, seeing as this was her first time using temporal manipulation for pleasure. She combined it with spatial manipulation, allowing her and her polymorphic sex friend to share nervous systems--everything Cynthia felt was also felt by Inky and vice versa, ad infinitum. All the reverberating ecstasy she inflicted on Cynthia’s helpless body was mirrored in Inky’s own, causing both her and the sea of Inky matter to grow uncontrollably.

Eden saw Inky’s escalating growth and wanted in. She embraced and melted into Inky’s overjoyed form, not only joining the sensual hive mind but enhancing it by several orders of magnitude. The more polymorphic matter, the better!

This redirecting of attention loosened the restraints on Synthia, who no longer had any interest in logical analysis or tact. There was a literal maelstrom of pure euphoria raging before her, and she too wanted in. She propelled herself millions of times faster than light, only to be caught within the semipermeable and unstoppable blend of Inky and polymorphic goo in under a femtosecond.

She couldn't move for a moment, but the sensation of being surrounded by pure liquid joy in all directions seemed to imbue additional power in her. Her nanofluid manipulation subroutines were somehow fully functional here, allowing her to outstretch a pair of tendrils and pull Cynthia’s pleasure-dazed body in with her. Synthia’s touch brought her out of it, giving her enough lucidity to tightly embrace and kiss her creation, reveling in the profound euphoria shooting between them wherever they touched. Inky’s hold on her remained, unbothered by the shift.

Eden embraced Inky’s form, melting into it. She quickly became wonderfully lost in the Elder Goddess’ utter majesty. Divine power raged through and between them on a level that Synthia and Cynthia couldn’t even begin to comprehend. It admittedly boggled Eden’s mind to some degree, but that was about to change.

As Inky continued expanding, Eden grew with her. Their bodies swirled and expanded into higher dimensions, flooding countless subspace domains, including the few that Synthia had co-opted to assist in her endless pursuit of greater power. She would have ordinarily objected to being given power like that, but she was in no state of mind to have thoughts anywhere near as complex as that.

Inky and Eden’s ascent had no intention of stopping there. They passed into Minkowski space, weaving through the infinite array of worldlines as if they were flowers in an endless field. The sheer ecstasy of being unbound by time and space was exhilarating, but left both goddesses eagerly desiring more. Their indomitable wills and lust sent them rocketing through the fifth dimension and into the sixth.

Each dimension they entered dramatically increased Eden’s sensitivity, allowing her polymorphic nervous system to feel sensations from degrees of freedom she normally couldn’t perceive. She was primarily a three-dimensional entity, but Inky’s entire self was so unfathomably huge that it expanded into many adjacent dimensions.

She and Eden swarmed all around and through each other, producing a hyper-orgasmic Calabi-Yau manifold, convulsing with relentless abandon like a pandimensional bullet vibrator and large enough to touch and envelope octillions of adjacent lower-dimensional constructs. More and more hyperdimensional quantum foam leaked out of every pore with each and every of their orgasms. This far beyond any concept of time, there was no objective way to measure how often the two goddesses climaxed, but they were relatively frequent enough to be called ‘constant’ with an acceptable margin of error.

Eden used electromagnetism itself like a sex toy on Inky, sending ever-intensifying waves of even more ecstasy all through Inky’s body--which in the moment was indistinguishable from Eden’s. Inky responded by taking the strong and weak force and slamming them together. Eden lit up like a cosmic-scale nuclear testing site, her very essence being infused with more than enough explosive force to destroy an appreciable percentage of the universe (though to humans, that appreciable percentage would be a couple orders of magnitude more than all they’re able to observe). Fortunately, however, the colossal blast was entirely contained within Eden and Inky’s infinite form, simultaneously giving them both the greatest orgasm of their lives.

From their unbound perspective, Synthia and Cynthia’s revelry so far below resembled a pair of atomic nuclei erratically bouncing and twitching against each other. They had no idea what was going on, but it was obvious they were loving every bit of it. Cynthia was able to mentally acknowledge herself melting into Synthia’s polymorphic-enhanced nanofluid, but it felt so impossibly good that she made no effort to resist.

As Eden and Inky luxuriated in the mother of all afterglows, a familiar all-encompassing light appeared. The Lady of Light herself had noticed the substantial--albeit also thoroughly contained--explosion and took a moment to investigate. Upon seeing the three goddesses too blissed out to even react to her presence, she just smiled and let them be.