Scarlett and Zoe arrived at the old neighborhood theatre. It was a iconic sight, an old brick building latticed with vibrant green ivy on its front, shimmering in the morning sunlight. Other sides of the building, like the one facing the parking lot, were covered in murals depicting classic scenes from plays through the ages, Romeo & Juliette, Les Mis, Phantom of the Opera, and more.

Beautiful as it was, closer examination showed the building's age. The walls sported deep gouges and missing chunks from ivy that clung tightly to the brickwork. The roof's molding had several cracks and chips missing. The window trim was uneven in places, even if the glass itself was relatively clean. The wood framing upcoming show posters was showing signs of rot, held in place by rusty nails. It wasn't the oldest building in town, but it was in clear need of repairs.

"Alright. This is it! You might be surprised how big a mess people can make in one night."

Scarlett emerged from the driver’s side of their van, dressed in her blue tee shirt and brown khaki shorts, with pair of thick-soled boots. Her crimson hair was short, barely reaching her shoulders as it cupped her head. Scarlett’s blue eyes sparkled as she eyed the large decrepit building.

"We're cleaning the whole place?" Zoe asked as she climbed out of the van. She wore her usual short black skirt, a pair of black Converse sneakers, and a shirt from her online tee shop. This one had "3D or not 3D? That is the question" written across it. Her long black hair was pulled back in a tight braid resting between her slumped shoulders.

"Yup! Backstage, the seats, the stage itself." Scarlett opened the van's back doors and started unloading equipment. "Amber and I have been cleaning the place once a month in exchange for tickets."

"Just tickets?"

Scarlett shrugged, donning her tool belt and blue bandana. "We like coming here, and they save some money."

Zoe nodded slowly. "And with Amber running a half marathon, you needed help today."

"Yup! You get a front row seat for tonight."

"Oooo..." Zoe paused to think about this. "I've been meaning to catch a show here one day. What's showing tonight?"

"The Compression of Oppression"

Zoe grabbed her gear with a big smile on her face. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

* * *

Scarlett started cleaning the seats. She walked through every aisle with her vacuum, not really wanting to know where the myriad of trash she collected came from. She was further slowed by large food containers left lying around, and a few seats that wouldn't fold up. They were on everyone's to fix list, but as long as they held patrons, they were not a priority.

Zoe spent that time cleaning the stage itself. Whatever happened in this show, there were scuff marks everywhere on the hard wood. It took longer than she would have liked on the old floor, mostly from her mop snagging on split boards. There were a few spots that Zoe eventually had to give up on, accepting that this place had seen better days.

After a half hour or so, Scarlett finished the last row of seats. She wiped sweat off her forehead and walked towards the stage. "Whew! All done out here. You doing okay Zoe? I was going to start dusting dust off the sets."

Zoe was hurrying to mop up the last corner of the stage. The wood sparkled under the lights. "Yeah, it's clean enough to eat off of. You get started on that, I need a minute. I think I had to much to drink at lunch." Zoe dropped the mop, and ran backstage with urgency.

Scarlett muttered an acknowledgement started cleaning. She looked at the biggest set piece, a large construction site rock pile for "Sally and the Steamroller," and started there. *Hmmm...I don't know if cleaning off a pile of rocks counts. The dust might actually make it look more realistic. How did that musical go?*

While she was humming and daydreaming about steamrollers, she was not paying enough attention to where the vacuum was going under the set. The vacuum caught in the surprisingly solid base of the piece. "Huh? Oh...How did I get this stuck in there?!" She shook her head, disappointed in herself. "You day dream for one second...ah well. Time to get it out."

Scarlett grabbed the stuck tube with both hands, and pulled. "HRRRUUUUUUUUGH!!!" She grunted and tugged as hard as she could on the vacuum, her limbs stretching a few inches from her struggle. Her face turned red, and once she was stretched out an entire foot, the tube came free. The force of her body snapping back together sent Scarlett flying back towards center stage, sliding along the freshly polished floor on her butt, before falling onto her back.

"Wow, that really was stuck." Scarlett propped her back up on her elbows to start getting up, when she heard a noise.

*RUMBLE*RUMBLE*

The huge set piece was moving towards Scarlett. It was pretty low to the ground, maybe an inch of space between it and the floor, and nothing to stop it from rolling right over her.

Scarlett scrambled to get up, but the recent cleaning was denying her traction. Her elbows slipped on the hard wood floor, and she barely moved. "Ack! That dumb pile of rocks is rolling fast! I need to get up!"

Unfortunately Zoe really did make the stage shine. No matter how hard Scarlett pushed, her hands slipped. She tried to roll over, and could only spin in place.

"Ugh...Why did this have to be Zoe's best clean ever." Scarlett sighed, accepting her fate.

*SQUOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Scarlett shouldn't have been surprised that a prop from a play with Steamroller in its title was good at flattening her. It crushed her feet to the floor, squishing them out to twice their width. Her legs were next. Scarlett felt the tickle in her legs as they were rolled over and smeared on the floor like spilled paint.

"Ooooof!" Scarlett smiled when her hips got smooshed. Her butt was four feet wide on the floor, and her tummy mass was getting forced into her boobs as it squished. The rock pile made short work of the rest of her, leaving a splattering of Scarlett on the stage.

If she wasn't working, she could see herself enjoying this massage.

*CRASH*

A minute later, Zoe came back, stretching and walking with a relaxed pace, even if she looked a little spooked. "Sorry, I needed that. Took forever to get the sink in there to work. I thought I heard something. You okay Scarlett?"

Zoe noticed the pile of weird rocks from the corner was now on stage. "Scarlett? Where did you... oh."

She looked at the floor, and saw the messy splat of ice blue, peach, and red that was Scarlett. She was vaguely human shaped, though her curves were definitely exaggerated.

"Uuuuum....hi Zoe? Little help?"

Zoe laughed and retrieved her mop. "Hah, Scaaaarleeeett! We can't leave you alone for a minute can we? I just finished waxing that too. *Sigh* Let's clean you up." She brought the mop down on Scarlett.

"Hey! I just needed you to clblplmph!" Scarlett's face got mixed into the rest of her splattered body as Zoe stirred around.

"Please! You're not solid enough to lift up." Zoe wrung drops of Scarlett's pale skin into a bucket. "The best thing to do is wait it out in there while I keep cleaning."

There were muffled complaints from Scarlett, but she couldn't do much about her situation. Zoe put the mop through the wringer, spilling more blue and red goop into the bucket.

*SPLASH*

* * *

Zoe finished cleaning the hardwood stage, and eventually the Scarlett's goop shaped back into her beautiful feminine figure.

"Whew...Zoe that's great work, but they do need some traction."

Zoe shrugged. "Hey, I clean up pretty good."

Scarlett reached into the bucket, pulled out a blob of blue goop, and snapped it back into her bandanna. "Very funny Zoe."

Zoe playfully stuck out her tongue at Scarlett's reaction. "Well, it does mean I'm almost done with the floor out here. Did you want to give the back halls a once over?"

Scarlett stepped out of the bucket and rubbed her head. "Yeah, I guess there aren't as many big heavy things that way." She grabbed her equipment, walked towards the back halls, and started vacuuming.

The halls had seen better days. The normal dust and food scraps were easy enough to clean up, but the larger spills left dark spots and discoloration on the walls. Scarlett and Amber did a good job of keeping things in usable condition, but the place needed a full makeover. They always got rid of the dust, but the stains she couldn't clean always upset her.

"Alright, all done here. Time for the side rooms." She scanned the doors in the hall. "Costuming always leaves behind a mess. Better start there."

When Scarlett opened the door, her fears were realized.

"What the heck happened in here?!"

Half used bolts of cloth were left hanging everywhere, with their clippings strewn about the floor. Needles were scattered, and baskets were left open on work benches. Several machines were still plugged in, with wires draped across walkways.

Scarlett sighed. She walked in and started collecting stray cloths from the floor before spotting an envelope addressed to her on the main table. "Huh? What's this?" She opened the letter.

"Hi Scarlett, sorry about the mess. We had a last minute change last night and didn't have time to clean up. We owe you one."

Scarlett put the note back on the table looking defeated, slumped shoulders and all. "Well, at least they know it. Ugh."

She spent the next few minutes carrying various bolts and cloth remnants to their proper place, and kicking collections of small scraps together to sweep up later. It was tiring and a little boring, minutes of collecting piles on the floor, folding things up, putting them away, and doing it again. And again. It wasn't too bad, but Scarlett's mind wandered. There were a lot of outfits from comedies, and she began thinking about which one would look best on Amber.

"Mmmm, that one looks good. I think it was even meant to melt out of! I bet we could make Amber a nice tight dress with everything here, an-WHOA!"

Naturally, Scarlett being Scarlett, she was unlucky enough to step on a slippery cloth. She slid along the floor towards a sewing machine while trying to regain her balance. Her stomach slammed into the workbench, doubling her over, getting her hair got caught in the needle.

*CLACK*CLACK*CLACK*CLACK*CLACK*CLACK*CLACK*
"Aaaack! Oooof! Mmmmph!"

The powerful sewing machine pulled Scarlett in. She tried to pull her hair free, but only succeeded in stitching her hands together. Her head and arms folded and bunched up against the needle as it worked its automated pattern, struggling to pull all of its new material in. As more of Scarlett was drawn in, large pieces of cloth with her colors came out the other side. Long sleeves of her pale skin tone connected to ruffled cloth matching her ice blue shirt, tied together with red stitching that looked suspiciously like her hair. The more Scarlett thrashed, the more her cloth body looped around back into the sewing machine to get stitched together. When the large sheet of her head got pulled through a second time, she yelled.

"ZZOOOOOOOEEEEEE!!!"

* * *

"Huh?"

Zoe was still finishing things on the stage. She could barely hear Scarlett through all the back passages, but clearly identified the sound of Scarlett having another accident. She sighed, and jogged backstage, following the loud clacking of the sewing machine to the costume department.

"Scarlett? Are you back here? Where...oh dear, what happened to you."

On the floor was a glamorous ball gown like you would see in fantasy stories. She had far too many ruffles to be practical, and a flared out hoop skirt. It was mostly the ice blue of Scarlett's own clothes, but the puffy sleeves and torso matched her skin tone. The ruffles on the neckline matched Scarlett's hair color, and Zoe was pretty sure she could see Scarlett's eyes across the bust. She was fit to be worn by a Princess.

"Well, there's no sense letting that sewing machine's work go to waste! If you don't object, I'm trying you on."

Scarlett's dress body was lying on the floor with spinning eyes, too dazed to respond. Zoe knew she wouldn't mind, and stripped down to slip into Scarlett. She had to fight to squeeze her boobs in, stretching poor Scarlett out a little. "Oooomf, don't you know my size, babe?" There was a comically loud *SNAP* sound when Zoe released her neckline.

Once she was dressed, she found a mirror and started posing checking herself out. "Scarlett, you like fairy tales too much. I look like I belong at one of those festivals you and Jess go to."

"Whaaa..." Scarlett finally came to. She blinked, her eyes now directly on top of Zoe's breasts. "What happened. I think I fell into a sewing machine and..." She saw Zoe in the mirror. "Where did you get that dress?"

Zoe laughed. "You ARE the dress dear."  She spun and played with the skirts, letting Scarlett feel herself rustle around. "You aren't exactly my style, but that machine did good work, don't you think?"

Scarlett was lost in the feeling of her flattened body rubbing against itself in strange ways. And the feel of Zoe's skin against her. She DEFINITELY felt sway of Zoe's boobs in her stretched out head.

Scarlett's eyes opened wide. "I'm what? You're wearing me, and...oh that's why it feels so tight?"

Zoe nodded "Yep. I did have some trouble squeezing in up here." She put her hands on her breasts to adjust Scarlett.

"Ooooh...I wasn't ready for this today..."

Zoe felt the folds of skirt slipping out of her hands. She looked at the mirror and saw her dress literally melting away. Scarlett's eyes were clearly gazing up dreamily at their contents as they slid down Zoe's body. Her arms were starting to break through the top of her Scarlett sleeves as they dripped away. The giant skirt was pooling up in layers, looking like a giant blob already.

As Scarlett dripped away, Zoe's breasts forced their way to freedom. They burst through the top of the melting garment, scattering drops of Scarlett across the room.

"OOOOOOOooooooohhhh..."

Scarlett moaned, unable to take it anymore. The sheer ecstasy of squeezing Zoe's body this tight, and having her boobs explode through her melting body, completely liquefied her. Scarlett's dripping intensified, until she was cascading down Zoe in huge globs of goo, splashing to the ground in a giant red and ice blue mess.

Zoe grinned, now completely naked except for her panties, and admired the puddle of Scarlett. "*Sigh.* One day she'll learn to take the heat. Guess I better find the mop again."

Zoe laughed and held her chin up, proud of her handiwork, and turned to leave.

She took a few steps before slipping in the goop, and careening into a steam press.

"WHOOOOA!*
*SLAM*
*SQUISHY SQUISHY*
*HIIIIISSSSSSS*

Zoe vanished inside. Steam blasted from inside the device, and the room was still.

It was several minutes before the melted dress pulled herself together.

"Uuuuugh...Zoe? Where did you go?" Scarlett's head grew out of the puddle and looked around. She was collecting her arms to pull herself out when she got her response from the angry shaking steam press.

"MMMMPH! MMMPH!"

Scarlett pushed against the floor. Her torso oozed together while rising out of her puddle, and goop swirled behind her forming her legs kicking back. Restored, she mossied to the press. She opened it, unleashing more steam, and revealing a face down flattened Zoe.

Scarlett picked her up. She was stiff like cardboard, light, easy to handle, and clearly posing. Scarlett had to focus on not getting excited when she turned Zoe over, knowing Zoe's beautiful assets were already squished wider than her body from behind, both two feet wide and still naked. She looked like a cardboard cutout to prop up outside a tanning salon, smiling with both hands together over her head.

"Thanks Scarlett. Can you shake me out now?"

Scarlett giggled at her friend. "Sure thing. We've spent enough time in here already." Scarlett took Zoe's arms and gave her a good shake...and Zoe's stiff body stayed very flat. She tried a second time with no effect, only succeeding at fanning the loose cloths still hanging from tables.

Scarlett scratched her head. "Huh, that usually works."

Zoe's flat face was frustrated. "I must have been in the press too long. Go find the pump."

Scarlett wound up for one more shake, bringing the cardboard Zoe over her head with both hands. "But this should still work! We just need one good-"

*CRACK*

Scarlett's big shake struck Zoe's legs against the floor. Zoe's stiff body snapped in two from the force, her legs and everything below the waist clattered to the ground.

"SCARLETT!"

Scarlett held Zoe's top half away from her face, wincing at her scolding and failing to hide her embarrassment. "Uuum, sorry! I'll get the pump now."

* * *

Once Scarlett reassembled Zoe back into three dimensions, they returned to tidying up the stage. Zoe continued dusting off the lights mounted in front of the stage, while Scarlett tidied up the areas just off stage. It was good to untangle the ropes every so often.

Zoe stood up and stretched after cleaning off yet another blue lamp in a dented steel case. "Hey Scarlett, how old is this place anyway? That back hallway has seen better days."

Scarlett was securing another rope for a hanging set background, Valkyries mounted on pegasus from "Defying All Logic." "Uuhhh...this place was here when I was growing up, so decades at least."

Zoe nodded slowly and walked to the next light. "That explains a lot. It feels like everything here is falling apart."

Scarlett laughed and looked over her shoulder. "Oh it's not that bad, especially with a little elbow grease from us."

*PING*

The hook Scarlett was working with flew off the wall, unable to hold the weight of the Valkyries. Scarlett tried to pull the rope back, but it quickly whisked her arms away. Scarlett held on as they stretched out a good 8 feet, before her body snapped into the air with them.

"WHOOOOOOA!"

Zoe followed the action, wondering if Scarlett would get out of this in one piece. "Scarlett! Hang in there! Keep it together!"

Scarlett was flying towards a wall fast, but didn't want to let go of the rope yet. "Maybe you were right about things breaking heeeeeeere-OOOOOF!!!"

*WHAM*

Scarlett slammed into the wall behind the curtains, smushing flat and wide on the wall. She had maybe a half inch of depth to her body. Her legs were splayed out against the wall, her hair flaring up and around the rest of her head in a weird pattern. All of her dimensions were doubled in her sticker shape. Her arms were still tangled in the ropes, so when the momentum of the swinging set piece pulled the rope back, Scarlett's eight foot body peeled off the wall to fly in the other direction. Her spinning eyes were too dazed to react to her fate, flying into the opposite wall fast.

*SLAM*
*SPLOOOOSH*

The rope slammed into the wall hard, and Scarlett's body couldn't take the second impact. She splattered to goo against the wall, dripping down on to the stage.

Zoe facepalmed at Scarlett's misfortune. "Scarlett, we really do need to work on your endurance. You need the ability to stay in one pi-OOF!"

The wildly swinging set piece slammed into Zoe from behind, sending her flying into the air. It sent her high enough to go over the edge of the stage, and directly over the percussion section of the orchestra pit.

*GOOOOOOOONG*

From her high viewpoint dripping down the wall, Scarlett was able to see Zoe's fate. Someone left the gong propped up at just the right angle for Zoe to fly into it head first, ringing it. She was partially squished from the fall, half her height but twice as wide in most places. The sound waves rippled through her, making her jiggle and wobble all over from the gong's vibrations. Her eyes bulged out, her braid, came undone, until her back and forth vibrations slowed.

When the ringing stopped, Zoe remained suspended in mid air. She tried to finish her sentence.

"Stay...in..."

Cracks ran through Zoe's short, wide body.

"One..."

She felt the tingle of everything disconnecting.

"Piece."

She fell to the ground, shattering like a cheap glass vase.

*CRAAAASH*

Shards of Zoe flew everywhere in the pit. Xylophones, bells, and drums all over echoed through the hall as bits of Zoe struck them, while a large pile of black and tan chunks rattled beneath the gong like broken glass.

Scarlett bubbled out a laugh before splashing to the ground to regroup.

* * *

Eventually, most of Zoe clattered back together. By the time the pile reassembled into Zoe's beach body figure, Scarlett was already back to tidying up the back, having resolidified a third time.

"Uuugh...Scarlett, have you seen my arm?"

"It's in the piano!"

"Ah, thanks!" Zoe reached into the interior of the piano and started shoveling shards of tan skin and black shirt onto her shoulder, reassembling her bicep. "How did you get back up so fast?"

"If there's anything I'm good at Zoe," Scarlett giggled, "it's getting back into action from being a splat. What's your excuse."

"Hrmph. You know I hate going to pieces." Zoe finished shaping her hand together, gave her fingers a test snap, and climbed back up to the stage.

Zoe went back to cleaning the front of the stage. "You see what I mean though, right? Maybe next week we actually fix this place. Not just clean it, but you know, actually repair it."

"Oh, we've tried. They're still scared that we're another sleezy firm that wants to cash. You saw the mess in the bathroom, they're still recovering from the last group they hired to fix things. I practically had to beg them to let Amber and I help with basic cleaning."

Zoe was twisting her lips, thinking and walking off stage to find something else to clean. "Well, you know, you must have some credit with them now. There's gotta be something they'll trust you to work on now, something small to work on. Those hooks? Floorboards and tiles? Even this rope here is barely hanging on by a thread!"

Zoe flicked the rope to make a TWANG sound for emphasis. Unfortunately, that snapped the rope, dropping a large hanging light loose from the ceiling.

"Whoops!"

Scarlett heard the TWANG-SNAP, and jumped to scold Zoe. "Hey! Be careful! How are we supposed to gain trust if we keep breaking thi-EEEYRYYYAAAHAHAYAHAHAAA"
*BZZZZZZZZZZZ*
*CRASH*

The large steel light crashed down on Scarlett's head, covering it like a lamp shade. The electricity stored in the light flowed through her, shocking the red head enough for her skeleton to flash through her skin. Zoe saw Scarlett's body jerking wildly as the electricity flowed through her.

*SMASH*
*SPLOOOOOOOOSH*

The light's support beam followed, splashing Scarlett and crushing the light to the floor. A wave of Scarlett's red and ice blue goop exploded out from the light as it squished her weakened body to the floor, scattering her across the stage. Bits of her continued jiggling as blue tendrils of electricity crackled about, until the light was spent.

Once it stopped, Zoe slowly approached the light housing. "Uuuuh, sorry Scarlett? You okay in there?"

Scarlett's voice was muffled, echoing through the dented metal housing. "Uuuuuuuhhhh..."

Zoe lifted it up. Scarlett's head was molded into the light's uneven cylindrical shape, with big eyes in front. Her red hair was smooshed on top, and the little bit of blue from her clothes that didn't splash away was underneath. She was covered in dust and dirt from inside the lamp, and just a little soot from getting electrified.

Without the light to hold her shape in place, Scarlett wobbled around like jello. "I...light...shocked...melting now...bye..."

With that Scarlett's bucket shaped body lost solidity. Her bas spread out first, her eyes and everything up dropping into the goop fast. She spread into a rather large and gooey puddle of her colors.

"I think I remember where I left the mop." Zoe paused to look at the broken glass from the light. "I guess I should get a broom for the too."

* * *

Zoe wiped the sweat off her forehead. Finally finished, she put the mop down, picked up the bucket of Scarlett, and unceremoniously dumped her goop on the floor. She coalesced into her normal shape as she spilled, landing on her butt on the floor. "Ooof...Thanks?"

Zoe picked up the mop to put away. "Sure thing! So, is that everything? What's left to clean up?"

Scarlett pointed up to the catwalks. "The higher spots are a little tricky to get to if you haven't gone up there much. It needs fixing as much as the rest of this place. I can take care of them. You've done a really good job with everything down here." Scarlett knelt down and adjusted her hair in the floor's reflection for emphasis, giving a short nod to herself when she was done.

Zoe smirked. "You? In the high places?" She put the mop and bucket down on the edge of the stage. "I'll just keep these close by."

"Oh come on, give me SOME credit." Scarlett waved off Zoe to emphasize she would be okay. "The are some hard to reach spots behind the sets. Amber knows I'm good up here, but clearly the ground floor doesn't like me today. Can you get those?" Scarlett pointed to a large collection of backgrounds and oversized props from an unknown number of plays. "Just watch out for the bigger props, they put on some weird shows every now and then." She waved and climbed up a ladder to reach the catwalks.

Zoe raised an eyebrow but nodded. "Okay? How weird can they be?...Good luck up there!"

* * *

Scarlett was doing a good job cleaning up the lights, and getting dust off the steal scaffolding. She was being careful, since the small platforms were not the most forgiving, but this was one place nobody wanted breaking. It wouldn't be good if someone got squished mid performance by falling objects, or sneezed someone into the crowd.

Of course, Scarlett was having a day. As she cleaned things off, the steel remained slippery until it dried, so eventually Scarlett did slip and fall to the stage floor, compressing into a pancake on the hardwood.

"WHAAAAAAAA!"
*SPLAT*

She landed feet first. Her body crumpled in a jagged shape on contact, getting wider and crunching into a three foot wide, two inch thick cylinder. She would have been wider if the floorboards underneath her weren't forced down by the impact, the neighboring boards stopping her spread on the floor.

The side that sprung up propelled Zoe high into the air, over a tube extending out the top of one of the larger props. The green decoration around a glass bulb suggested it was some sort of dragon with a glass stomach.

"WHOOOOOOOOOA!!"
*THOOOOONK*

Scarlett's body shook and rattled around, until

*VVVVVVVVVVV*

Her head sprung out of the cylinder, but her body was one large blue accordion. She bobbed back and forth, making a dissonant noise. "Zoe? You okay? I thought I heard something."

"MM NN EEER!"

Scarlett balanced herself to get a good look at Zoe. She was sitting in the glass belly of the giant dragon prop. She was squished into a long cylinder from falling through the entrance tube, her arms and legs stuck as a giant noodle. "Oh no. Zoe, you weren't cleaning that thing were you?"

Zoe shook and POPPED back to her normal shape. "Yes? You said clean everything right? How do I get out of this thing?" She started feeling around inside her glass bottle prison, tapping the glass and wood, looking for an exit.

Scarlett started bouncing around more urgently as she shouted her warning. "Wait, Zoe! Stop! There's a mechanism in there that-"

*CRRRRNK*

The ominous sound filled the room, and green mist filled Zoe's prison.

Scarlett's head flopped onto the floor in frustration, making an unpleasant noise in defeat. "...that thing is full of acid."

Zoe pounded the reinforced glass between her and Scarlett. "ACID?!"

"Yes. It's meant to be a cruel fiendish trap in some play about outsmarting devils. Half the fun is seeing how long people stay solid in there. In fact..." Scarlett scrunched her accordion body back together, and *POP* restored herself on the floor. "I need to watch this."

A green cloud filled the chamber, and Zoe felt her body begin dripping away. Her arms left long tan streaks against the glass when she lowered her arms. Huge globs of black from her clothing splashed into in a puddle with her legs at the bottom. Zoe twisted around to look at the damage, and pouted at what she saw. Her shirt was already melting with the rest of her. She tried to stretch it out to take a look, and only grabbed two chunks of black goop. Her boobs were already melty piles of ooze, losing cohesion, and sliding down her body fast. Melted black hair clouded her vision. Zoe felt her body collapse, mixing into the rest of her, and her vision blurred.

"Scarlett, your friends here are weird, and Ieyeyelblbluublbl"

Scarlett finally stood up and walked over. She tapped on the glass to get Zoe's attention. "Hee hee, lookin' good Zoe!"

The puddle of black and tan ooze bubbled angrily at Scarlett's remark.

"Okay, I think I know how this works." Scarlett approached the giant dragon prop's tail. She studied the tail spikes, felt around for a slight wiggle, and pulled on the third one from the tip.

"Should be this one."

*THOONK*
*SPLLLSSSSSSH*

A panel on the bottom opened up, and Zoe splashed to the ground. Scarlett hopped back, and watched her friend pour out as a stream of goop folding and layering on top of itself into a very wide puddle.

She was such a random splat of colors that Scarlett couldn't make out any of Zoe's details. "Ooof, that acid hit you harder than I thought. Give me a minute to find the first aid kit, I've seen them deal with this." Scarlett ran backstage off to find the restoration kit.

Zoe could feel the tingle of the acid all over. It wasn't terribly unpleasant, but she wanted it gone. She tried to focus on her normal shape, but the acid kept her pretty viscous. Every time she pulled a pile of herself a foot into the air, it collapsed in a gooey splash.

She was finally starting to keep her balance as a slime when Scarlet returned, holding a sack of powder labeled "The Dragon's Antacid". "Here Zoe, I got...whoa, that's pretty good!"

Zoe was mostly a wide blob from the waist down, and a drippy slime girl from there up. "Aaarg! This stuff is pretty effective."

Scarlett giggled. "Yeah, you have to be careful with that. You're still full of acid."

Zoe stopped struggling and gave Scarlett a look. "What are you thinking Scarlett?"

Scarlett smiled. "That we all like melting and that's a good look for you?"

She ran at Zoe, tossed the antacid into the air, and gave Zoe a diving hug.

Zoe smiled and opened her arms. "Damn it Scarlett, you're lucky we're about done."

*SPLAAASH*

If Scarlett was honest with herself, she was already getting drippy watching Zoe. When she collided with Zoe and got hit by the acid, her body acted like it was already in a liquid state. Scarlett's head splashed against Zoe's chest on contact, spraying red hair everywhere. Her own chest mushed up against Zoe, tackling her back into a black puddle, leaving Scarlett's legs to splash harmlessly into puddles of pale peach goop in front of them.

Zoe was laughing as her head splashed down. "Hah! Scarlett you're too excitable!"

The bag of restoration powder fell in after, and the ladies started mixing together. One minute later, a head with dark red hair in a long braid formed. Zoe and Scarlett pulled their fused form out of the goop, stretching as a slightly taller and curvier than either of them alone.

Zoe's voice echoed through their head. "So wait, what were we doing tonight?"

Scarlett's answered. "Using the two tickets to Compression of Oppression we got for our hard work."

"Oh, so we have an extra? You think we should get Jessica and Amber? Nobody will get too upset if their cleaning crew brings plus ones just once?"

Zoe could feel Scarlett's glee. "Yeeees."