1.02 – Newfren

Slime girl.

Futa. Does that even need a trigger warning?

Maple had tried to quit. She really had.

It was morally questionable, logically a little gross, and socially—she would end herself if anyone ever found out about her little habit.

It felt good, was the crux of the problem. That, and a crippling lack of self control.

Beyond trying to navigate the pitch black cave of monsters to find the exit, there was nothing to occupy herself with. She was trying to work up the courage to use the last of her phone battery and try to escape, but then she imagined what would happen if her light failed while in the middle of the cave network.

Anxiety paralyzed her day after day. What's more, her mood was rapidly deteriorating from having to stave off starvation with the stale, practically rotten rations she'd found in one of the rooms.

A hot bath would distract her. Just, no slime this time.

She repeated it like a mantra. And then, as she tried not to think about it, or remember all the previous times it had engulfed her with the best pleasure she'd ever felt...she got horny.

At that point she would slide a hand down there, but that made it even worse. It could feel so much better, and all it would take was opening up the little bottle resting on the edge of the tub.

Maybe just once more...it's the only soap I have anyway—I'm just getting clean. It's not weird at all. It probably isn't even sentient, it's just a magic cleaning device. The Flintstones had furniture like that.

As much as she hoped no one knew about her great shame, well, she'd leveled up from it. Multiple times. Something was always watching, monitoring her progress.

That all-knowing voice rewarded her depravity with Levels and Skills.

[Interspecies Seductress Level 3!]

[Skill Obtained: Evolved For Pleasure!]

[Class Obtained: Slut!]

[Slut Level 2!]

[Skill Obtained: Lesser Enhanced Libido!]

[Skill Obtained: Lesser Enhanced Pleasure!]

It had to be some kind of joke.

She wasn't sure exactly what [Evolved For Pleasure] did, but after obtaining it the Slime added vibration to its retinue of techniques. As for [Lesser Enhanced Libido], well it explained at least some of her missing self control, right?

Right? She wasn't a slut. What kind of Class was that anyway?

Then there was [Lesser Enhanced Pleasure]. Not only did it make everything more intense, but now she experienced all of it instead of blacking out.

She lay there now, mind mostly empty, the Slime having just about had its fill as well. It was just about to retreat back to its bottle when Maple spoke to it.

"Today might really be the last time. I think I finally need to try to leave this place..."

She couldn't say why she felt the need to inform the blue blob, as if it were an actual romantic partner or something. The thing probably couldn't even—

It began shaking erratically. Parts of it forming outward spikes and then retreating. Maple's eyes widened.

"You can understand me?"

The shaking stopped, and then it gently vibrated. It sent ripples throughout its body which almost made a wet purring sound.

Oh my god, it might actually be sapient.

Wait, that might be a good thing. She already knew it must enjoy their little arrangement, or else it just wouldn't indulge itself like it did. But if it was actually conscious and intelligent enough to understand language, then maybe there wasn't any problem with—she cut the thought off.

No, stop justifying it to yourself you pervert. We need to stop.

The Slime stopped its purring, and went back to its more erratic movement. She thought it was just expressing distress at first, but then it stretched upward and a figure was forming.

It made a translucent blue torso, with a jiggly set of boobs slightly larger than her own. Thick, noodly hair protruded from its—no, her—head.

The Slime was distinctly female now, and humanoid from the waist up. Arms grew from the Slime girl's torso, which she then raised in celebration while grinning.

Maple stared dumbstruck for a moment, and then spoke.

"W-wow. Uh, hi there. Can you speak?"

The Slime girl shook her head.

"But you can understand me?"

A nod.

"C-could you always, uh, do this?"

She gestured vaguely to the Slime's body, and got a good look as the Slime shook her head. She jiggled.

Maple had always thought of herself as straight by default, so this was a little surprising, but damn she just couldn't stop from staring at the womanly body.

Then again, she had also never considered herself to be someone attracted to Slimes.

The Slime girl noticed the attention, and with a lewd smirk grabbed Maple's hand and pulled it to her chest. Maple squeezed, and then even gave the Slime's nipple a gentle pinch.

It was her first time touching boobs other than her own, and the Slime's upper half was a realistic recreation of a human, if a bit squishier.

The Slime girl's smirk became lewder and then she then slid up close to Maple and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. Maple hugged her back and patted the girl's head affectionately.

"Aw, you're so cute!"

It was a little odd to think, but had they actually formed some kind of bond over the past week? The Slime had explored, and knew intimately, every contour, curve, and hole of Maple's body. She probably knew Maple's body better than Maple did herself by this point.

Maple had likewise grown, guiltily, accustomed to the Slime. At first glance there was nothing distinct about the creature, but over the past week Maple gotten to know its various mannerisms. In the way it touched her, and even, she thought, in the way it orgasmed.

It all felt surreal, but there wasn't much awkwardness; they knew each other already. Hugging the Slime now in the form of an attractive woman did add some new feelings though. It was more intimate in a way—though nothing quite beat having her entire body engulfed while everything was pleasured at once.

This world is turning me into a degenerate.

The Slime pulled back slightly, looking Maple in the eyes, and then out of nowhere went for a kiss. It took Maple by surprise, but then she gladly sucked on the Slime's warm, slippery tongue.

The Slime girl tasted slightly of soap—or cilantro, if your genes were cursed to such an extent—but without any bitterness. Or maybe it was just the taste of cleanliness.

It wasn't a bad taste, was the point, and she wanted even more as their tongues wrestled with each other. She wanted to feel all of the Slime girl's human form.

As she thought that, the Slime forced her tongue deeper into Maple's mouth. It was very passionate, and she could dig it—

The tongue went all the way into her throat. Far enough to make her choke. Maple gasped. Or tried to, but she couldn't breathe.

She urgently tapped the Slime girl, and tried to speak.

"Mmnff—"

All her attempts went unnoticed, so in a panic Maple shoved her. Her arms passed through the torso entirely rather than moving it at all, but the Slime girl finally noticed and pulled back.

Maple gasped for air.

"Stop that! Are you trying to kill me?!"

The Slime recoiled further, looking confused and slightly hurt. Maple was panting and coughed a few times, remembering how the first Slime she'd encountered here had done similar. Unpleasant memories.

"I need to breathe. You can't just block my throat like that, okay?"

The Slime girl nodded, and looked down glumly. She was on the opposite end of the stone bath now. Maple reached a hand out to reassure her everything was fine, but stopped when she flinched away from it.

The Slime almost looked frightened.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you—it was just scary, you know?"

She nodded again and made a sad face, then grabbed Maple's hand and pulled herself over in a hug, burying her face in Maple's chest. Maple gently stroked her head, and thought the Slime girl was feeling guilty.

"See, it's fine, and I know you didn't mean any harm. So don't worry about it, okay?"

The Slime girl looked up and shook her head back and forth rapidly, then started making a bunch of gestures Maple couldn't quite catch the meaning of.

"Hm... You're sad about something else?"

A nod, and more gestures. She pointed at maple, and then made a walking motion with one hand. Then pointed at herself, and left a hand standing all alone.

"Oh! You're sad that I'm leaving? I don't even know the way out, but do you wanna...come with me?"

She nodded hard enough for her entire body to jiggle, and her eyes were pleading. Maple laughed and rubbed her head again.

"Of course you can come too, silly."

The Slime girl raised her arms in silent celebration, and then squeezed her body against Maple's. She was vibrating softly as she 'purred'.

"Aw, you must have been all alone here for a long time huh?"

The Slime buried her head in Maple's chest again, and Maple could only imagine how long and how awful it must have been. She kissed the Slime girl's head.

"I'll be with you from now on, okay? My name is Maple by the way. Do you have a name? No? Then...do you want one?"

The Slime girl had looked so glum admitting she didn't have a name, and then so full of joy at being offered one that it made Maple almost want to laugh. It was adorable.

"Hmm, okay then. Should I come up with one for you? Alright, alright. Hmm. Slime, Slime... Emils. Emily? Emma? Maybe just Em? Nah, Em's more of a nickname. Hehe, those are silly actually. You should pick one yourself."

The Slime girl shook her head vehemently and poked a finger into Maple's chest.

"Aghh don't do this to me, hahaha. Alright. I do like Emma, though. You'd make a good Emma, right? Ahaha—stop, stop. Emma it is!"

The Slime girl—Emma—was jiggling with celebratory approval, tickling Maple's sides. They cuddled there for a while after that, and then Maple remembered her earlier question.

"How did you get this new form anyway?"

Emma's eyes lit up and then she titled her head to the side as she tried to think of how to convey it.

She raised a hand, her index finger extended, and then added a 2nd finger...3rd...4th...after she got to 5, she continued by growing more fingers as she counted all the way up to 10.

"Aha, you nut, you could have just used both hands if it's 10. But alright. Something counted up to 10...Did you level up?"

Emma nodded rapidly.

"Is that normal for, uh, a Slime? This world is so weird."

A confused shrug.

Maple yawned. It was getting late, not that she could tell time underground. It'd certainly been 'a day', though. And just in time. She would have felt so guilty if she'd left poor Emma here. Now that she seemed like an actual person, anyway.

"Do you wanna...go to the bedroom?"

Maple smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. They hadn't finished exploring Emma's new body; she still hadn't even formed the lower half yet.

The Slime girl nodded, and Maple watched as a stomach rose out of the pile of goo that had been the lower half of her body, followed by a translucent blue pussy, tight ass that Maple had to resist giving a good smack to right then and there, and perfect thighs.

She wobbled as she struggled to find her balance. Cursed be bipedal locomotion. No longer could she just roll or slide around everywhere. Maple steadied her by grabbing her waist and letting her put an arm around her.

She couldn't resist moving her hand slightly lower and getting a handful of ass. It was fit, but still had some jiggle to it on account of her being a Slime. Emma turned to her with a lewd smirk. Just you wait.

The bedroom was the next room over inside the underground dome. They stopped at the foot of the bed and Maple suddenly felt a little nervous.

"I don't really—I mean I've never—let alone with another woman—"

Emma put a finger to Maple's lips, and then gestured to her crotch. Emma's clit was slightly engorged, and at first Maple thought Emma wanted her to go down on her.

But then it expanded and grew until Maple was staring at the largest, hardest, not to mention bluest, cock she'd ever seen—not that she'd seen many, and none in person. Still, it was comically large.

Emma gestured to it and posed. Whaddya think? Impressive?

"That's way too big!"

Maple laughed, and Emma joined in silently. Then waved it off, alright fine, and shrank it to a still-large, but manageable size.

Maple approved by wrapping a hand around it and stroking it. A silent moan was evident on Emma's face.

"Does it feel good?"

She already knew the answer as she leaned down to lick Emma's stiff nipples while still stroking the girl's cock. It was slippery in her hand, and—she really wanted to suck it.

She ran her other hand up and down Emma's slick body. She was so soft, and her hand sunk in slightly as she ran it over her lovely curves.

Despite any reservations of having the Slime girl inside her mouth again, she was going to do it. Blame it on her [Lesser Enhanced Libido], maybe, but god she wanted nothing more than to pleasure Emma with her mouth.

They moved so that Emma sat on the edge of the bed, with Maple on her knees in front of her.

The thick gelatinous cock was throbbing in Maple's hand, and when she gently licked the tip, it twitched.

"Oh-ho, sensitive are we?"

Maple wrapped her lips around the head and slowly fit more and more inside her mouth, stopping just before it'd block her airway.

It was her first time doing this, so she was extra careful to not to let her teeth scrape anything. Her tongue ran along the girl's shaft as she pushed it deeper into her mouth.

On the way back out with her mouth, she sucked, as if trying to keep Emma's cock from leaving. The Slime girl's cock squished a little from the pressure.

A hand wrapped around the part just below her lips, and she stroked while plunging it in and out of her mouth.

She looked up at Emma. Her smooth body was jiggling and tensing up with pleasure while her face contorted blissfully. Maple could feel herself getting wetter from seeing Emma enjoy her mouth so much.

With her free hand she reached up to grope Emma's boobs and play with her nipples.

She moved the hand that was stroking the girl's cock a bit lower. Emma's slit was blue like the rest of her, with smooth squishy lips on either side. Maple slid a finger in—her pussy immediately tightened down on it, and it was a tight fit to slide in another.

Emma sucked Maple's fingers in. The walls of her pussy were slippery and had a texture that made Maple wish she could grow a cock.

Maple sucked faster while she finger fucked Emma's pussy. Lewd, wet squishing sounds were coming from both acts.

Her other hand worked on Emma's nipples, pulling and flicking them back and forth. Then she decided to go just a little deeper with her mouth.

Emma's cock hit the back of her throat.

The Slime girl was alarmed, but then rolled her eyes back in pleasure as she saw Maple was doing it on purpose.

Maple picked up the pace, taking Emma's cock all the way into her throat and then back out. It made her gag a little and have to suppress the urge to cough, which then caused her throat to squeeze tighter against the Slime girl's cock.

She looked up into Emma's eyes while taking her cock all the way down to its base. It squished slightly as Maple swallowed, causing her throat to rhythmically squeeze it.

Then Emma's eyes widened in alarm and pleasure. She tapped Maple with a silent plea or warning.

"ouh, awe yoo cwummin?"

Maple went even faster with her mouth and fingers, and was rougher with Emma's nipples.

The Slime girl convulsed in pleasure, sending a literal wave through her body which had lost a little bit of cohesion. Her pussy tightened around Maple's fingers and wouldn't let go.

Then, to her surprise, a hot liquid shot into Maple's mouth as Emma's cock throbbed harder. The rope of cum slammed into the back of her throat, and filled her mouth.

This time she couldn't suppress the cough and quickly pulled Emma's cock out while it was still pumping out thick ropes of blue cum.

The cum shot all over Maple's body. She was still coughing when a thick rope of it splattered against her face, causing her to flinch back.

"—wow, you're cumming so much!"

By time the Slime girl was done cumming, Maple was absolutely soaked. Soaked in cum, and between her legs where her own secretions were literally dripping out of her.

She never knew it'd feel so hot to be covered in cum like this. She dragged a finger over a bit that had splattered on her boob, and then brought it up to her mouth to taste.

It was slightly salty and tasted different than the Slime girl's tongue or cock had. It must really be some kind of semen.

She did it again, as she gradually cleaned herself up in this way.

Emma was unresponsive as she collapsed backwards, melting into the bed. Spent.

Maple crawled up next to her and cuddled the little goo ball. She wouldn't need long to recover—and then it was Maple's turn.