84 – Slime Girl

In a puff of white smoke, the rather unappealing pile of monstrous goo transformed. When the obscuring fog disappeared, what stood in its place was a slimegirl. Oddly, not green, as the monster had been—but pink. She’d changed colors.

In a similar way to Cece, the alraune Ari had fought down in the dungeon, the slimegirl—Opal, an [Inspect] informed her—was less human-looking than the other monstergirls thus far. She wouldn’t be able to wear a cloak and helmet to pretend to be human, as the others could.

Primarily, that was the fault of her translucent pink skin. She was human in the sensual ways, though. She was a little taller than Ari, which would put her at second-tallest in the Menagerie, shorter only than Renna. Her generous pink breasts were topped with detailed nipples a shade or two darker than her translucent, almost pastel-pink skin.

She had wide hips and tall, slender build. Her hair—made of slime, of course—cascaded down to nearly her knees. It was one mass of pink, not strands like normal hair … though it did a good job of seeming like it. Ari could make out all the details to her face: eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows, ears. It was a bit odd how defined they were, seeing how she was made of the same pink throughout, with only slight variations in color. They ought to have blended together a little more, but each feature was clear.

Opal blinked at herself in surprise, then cupped her tits and bounced them, as if testing whether the changes to her body were real. Like all transformations, she was briefly caught off guard—by her transformation, her sudden sapience, and the information inserting itself into her mind: the details to how their ‘fight’ would work.

Notably, Opal didn’t have a cock—something fairly rare, from Ari’s adventures. Though, Ari doubted that was set in stone. Slimes were known for their shapeshifting abilities. If Opal wanted a cock, she could probably make one.

Or two cocks, for that matter? Ari’s heart jumped at the thought. Opal might be able to thrust into both Lori and Ari at the same time, while they were laid atop each other.

That would be fun.

Trying to win, Ari reminded herself.

Except, Ari had learned how to indulge in pleasure while holding off her orgasm. She was actually becoming pretty good at it. Fighting it, even, seemed to have a negative effect. If Ari let the bliss wash over her, she could redirect it, in a way. Trying too hard not to cum only excited her and led to being overwhelmed faster. Plus, when Ari started to get enthusiastic, her partners had an equally hard time holding themselves off.

“Well,” Opal said. “This is unexpected.”

She had a bright voice, one that bubbled with amusement. Some monstergirls were fiercely competitive on being transformed—most, even. Opal didn’t bluster about how she would be winning their encounter, though. She seemed mostly intrigued, and found the situation humorous.

Ari approached, picking across the swamp. The ground was squishy; it wasn’t the best place to be rolling around, but Ari had learned these session could get a little messy. They had water—a bit murky though—to clean off in, at least.

“Hi,” Ari said. “I’m Ari. This is Lori.” She gestured at her catgirl party member, who had undressed along with Ari back at the treeline. Her cheeks were flushed; Ari’s were too. “We’re your competition for the day, if that’s fine.”

“Competition,” Opal said, with that same amusement in her voice. She didn’t pounce on Ari, which made this one of the odder encounters Ari had been in. Usually her opponents got straight to things. “I see.” Opal’s gaze crawled up and down Ari, then Lori. She grinned. “I’m a lucky slime.”

“And we’re lucky girls,” Ari returned, also grinning. She finished closing the gap, pressing her chest into Opal’s. The slimegirl was, unsurprisingly, sticky. Ari’s body sank into hers. It was distinctly not skin-like; Opal’s gooey form felt exactly like it looked.

This was definitely going to be a different encounter than usual.

Leaning forward, Ari took Opal’s mouth with her own. She always liked starting these off with a kiss. It felt right. Set the mood. Plus, she could get a feel for her partner’s eagerness, that way—or at least, their attitude. Some, like Lori, fought her with their first kiss, struggling for dominance. Opal, on the other hand, relaxed easily into Ari, returning the kiss with a friendly enthusiasm. Her gel-like fingers buried into Ari’s ass and tugged her closer.

Opal tasted good, but weird. Her tongue was gooey; every swipe left a powerful aftertaste. She tasted sweet, though unfamiliar, like some fruit Ari had never had before. Her saliva, too, wasn’t normal: it was practically juice with how sweet it was—and sticky.

Ari pulled back for air, head spinning. “Alright, Opal,” she breathed. “I want you to come back with me … so get ready for a fight.”

Opal’s lips quirked. “Well,” she said. “In that case, two on one isn’t very fair, is it? I think I’ll even the playing field.” Extracting herself from Ari’s embrace, she stepped back—and Ari’s eyes widened as her body started to shake.

Opal split.

Soon enough, two pink slime girls stood there.

One for each of them.

Best day ever.