Second Project – Slime and ?

Hi there!

I am working on editing Bunny and Dragon to get all the various mistakes and continuity errors fixed up and get a final version with bonus content ready to go around January.

I have also started conceptualizing another story, this time I want to play around with a gentle predator that is also a slime. I have written a sort of glimpse of the origin story, which you are welcome to read below!

After you read, if you want, please weigh on things you might be interested in seeing. What other characters should there be? What things should we explore with this story?

I’m open to all suggestions, but! You should keep in mind that anything that’s outside my usual wheelhouse (gentle vore, endo heavy emphasis, tasteful sex), well… it probably won’t appear in the story anywhere, since I tend to write what I also would enjoy to see in the world. The story is still in its conceptualization phase, so I’m open to all kinds of ideas~!

The world was mostly a sense of warmth or coldness, smooth or rough, noisy or quiet, and life or death. The sea would ebb and flow, the safe earthen cave surrounding her and her siblings would sometimes fill with water, salty, chilly, but left her feeling weightless and then leaving them all resting in small piles on the various structures of the salt-washed earth. Siblings that drifted out of the safe confines of the cave into the ocean were never seen again. It was probably death to leave the cave.

When the water was not filling the cave though, often loud, warm things would come through. They were also death if they came too near: she had once been grazed while fleeing by a pointy and cold object that nearly tore through her before she squeezed down between a stalagmite and an overhanging shelf of stone and a scream of frustration echoed through the cave; the sound chased her deeper into the earth.

It took a long time before she was willing to come out, the spot where she’d been grazed took a long time to stop feeling sensitive and bruised.

Death was common here. And she wanted to stay alive, even if she found the warm things interesting. She often wondered what it would be like to touch one, but she was afraid of the cold metal biting things, and many siblings perished when caught to close, the piercing rip of a cold metal thing or sometimes the sickening splat of a blunt wood thing spelled their end.

Today, she was settled on a cleft in the rock and sensing the warm things beneath. She was in the middle of the cave, the places the warm things entered and left were about the same distance apart.

Suddenly, they started screaming at each other, and the sound of metal ringing against other metal began to echo from the walls as they attacked one another. Siblings scattered, but she stayed, uncertain what this change meant. She didn’t understand what they were screaming at each other, but one of them was forced to kneel with her hand outstretched.

She screamed and screamed as they put something on her arm, pushed her down, and then left her there.

She writhed on the ground, clutching at that arm, screaming until her voice started skipping and breaking. She seemed so… helpless.

The slime slid down off of her perch, slowly approaching. The warm thing didn’t notice. Wetness was coating her face, coming from her eyes mostly, though also her mouth. Something in her instincts told her that this creature was feeling something similar to what she had felt when she was nearly killed with the pointy thing.

Stay away from me, this creature is mine.

The meaning came from somewhere outside of her. It felt strange, wrong, almost alien to comprehend the words instead of understanding concepts through sensation only. She also felt, despite the warning, an element of bluff, maybe something of fear. What was talking to her?

She advanced, and it came again, this time with more intensity. No! Get away! Do not touch us! This creature is mine, you stupid little slime.

Sometimes there was a sense that clung to the warm and loud things that came through, an aura that sometimes felt like the air, sometimes the earth, or sometimes the water to her. It wasn’t that there was water, air, or earth there hovering around the warm creatures, but that there was, perhaps, a spirit, an echo of those things. From this woman’s arm, there was an echo of water, but it felt twisted. It was coming off of a stone buried in hot metal.

The warm creature had seen her now too, and she raised her hand and batted at her in an ineffective way as if to drive her back. She oozed to the side a little, listening to the uneven and guttural noises that she could not understand.

The feeling, the comprehension was coming from the thing on on her other arm. And, that thing was hurting the warm thing, trying to spread through her, corrupt, and so she was screaming like this.

She didn’t really know how she knew she could eat it, but she did. Sometimes she would slip deep into the crevices of the cave and find certain kinds of crystal rocks and work on them, slowly dissolving them and adding them to herself. This stone wasn’t that much different, except that it had a spirit in it that was afraid and wanted to cause pain to this warm creature.

So, even though the warm creature began to flail and shake as if she could fling her off, she just crept up along her arm, the stone began to scream at her, but she also ignored it until she had the arm completely contained, and all the angry water spirit too.

The warm creature had a salty flavor that was different than the ocean water. It would wear away to a faintly sweet flavor. It wasn’t like anything she had touched or tasted before. The skin was fragile feeling beneath her touch, even more fragile than her own body was. Maybe that was why the warm things were always such dealers of death, they were terribly fragile.

There was a moment where she was tempted to keep going, but, the way the stone fought back against her took up most of her focus. That, and staying on the warm thing until she got too tired to flail. That tiredness came soon, once she had that spirit contained, the pain left the warm thing, and she sort of just slumped there.

She worked on it until there was a crack in the gem, and that spirit rushed through her, boiling her insides almost with how intense it was as she trapped it, held it, and strained to make it her own.

Nothing could be the same after it. Before she held onto this boiling sensation, the world had only been hot or cold, smooth or sharp, loud or quiet, wet or dry, painful or not. She realized that the cave she was in was also dark. There were lights. There were shades and hues on things.

The warm thing flailed again, and this time, she wasn’t able to hang onto her, she went bouncing and wobbling off to the side and dropped into a deep tidal pool where she drifted downward. Here, the color left things, and she was back to just how things felt. That was okay, she was starting to feel other things, hunger, emptiness, loneliness, even empathy for the woman that had been betrayed. The spirit was magic, magic was what she had felt coming off of the warm thing’s equipment, and as she held onto that magic, made it hers, the remains of the stone and metal that she had taken off with herself when she had been flailed off – resisted. It didn’t want to die. It wanted to become someone else. It wanted to live, it had hung onto life for all that it could, and to die like this to a slime was the worst humiliation it had never imagined for itself.

But, it was hers now, and it wasn’t alive, like her, it was a thing, a memory of someone that had once been alive.

So she ate it. Every last bit.

And she was never the same after.

When the boiling subsided, she watched other warm creatures that went through. She learned they had names for themselves based on how they looked, calling themselves dogs, or bear, or elf, or human, or cats of different kinds. She found she could understand what they talked about – food, religion, places that were far away that they missed….

And that feeling of wanting more grew. She wanted to find out about those far away places herself. She wanted to know more about magic. She wanted out of this cave where the other slimes simply fled and felt.

So, one day…