You shout as the goo forms into some sort of beast, gripping onto you with sharp claws. Teeth made of slime sink down into your shoulder as you shout and struggle, unable to wrench your arm away as a paw yanks your head to the side to bite again. You try to get away, but your head feels fuzzy, like it's being filled with goo.
Maybe it is, but you can't think of that, breath turning choked and panting as your struggles dripped away. The goo is spreading, dripping from your limbs and muffling your confused whines as your new friend holds you upright. Your face lengthens into a muzzle, a mane of goo forming as you wobble, tiny tail wiggling as your thoughts slow tiredly. Mm... maybe a nap until it's darker would be good...