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Slime Cave
🕑 Added 2022-10-05 23:36:29 +0000 UTCIt been a long trek from the ol village where Hasel picked up the bounty for a few pounds of slime ooze to deliver to the local apothecary, it was a small task but one that should pay well, or at least well enough to get some better gear the pine martin thought to himself as he looked down to his padded tunic and dagger. It was his first job since joining the explorer’s guild so he was hoping it would pay well, plus, he got to keep any loot he found on the job too, so with any luck he could be walking out of this cave with a new sword or maybe even some jewels to sell who knew! He spent a short rest outside the mouth of the cave to have a quick meal and wait for morning, soon as the sun rose over the horizon, he stuck a torch into his campfire to set it ablaze and took his first few steps into the cave, the first steps to his fortuitous future he thought. He held the torch aloft and the light shimmered off the damp moss covered walls, the further into the cave the moister the walls became and eventually he saw less moss and soon It was just bare stone. He kept his eyes and ears alert, keeping them keen for anything of value, or danger. In the corner of his eye, he caught a glint of light from his torch shining back at him and his heart skipped a beat when he looked over and saw a gold necklace with a blue gem centered on an amulet hanging from the ceiling, caught on a stalactite practically offering it to him. With a grin on his face, he sheathed his knife on his belt and put the torch on the ground, this piece alone was going to fetch him a lot once he got home, no way he could pass it up. He climbed up the wall, his claws able to find just the smallest gaps in the stone to get a hold in as he skittered his way up to his first prize. Once up the wall and at the ceiling he reached for the amulet, it was just barely out of reach, an inch or two maybe, he let out a bit of a growl, “come, here you!” he said to it, as he strained for it, his claws nearly able to hook the chain, then suddenly CRACK! One of the stones he had his foot on broke off the wall and he came down off the wall, he flailed around trying to grab something, anything from the wall, the ceiling, the air itself, he found no purchase, no quick last second rescue and hit the stone floor with a thud, everything went black.
Hours later he woke, his head pounding, and everything felt dazed and off, with a groan he began to sit up and held his hand to his head, luckily there wasn’t any blood or injury, just one hell of a headache. The torch was still lit, albeit the light was lot less intense than it was before he passed out. He looked to the ceiling, straining his eyes in the fading light as he tried to spot the amulet that he hit his head for, to his disappointment it was no where to be found but he did begin to notice the walls were different. Instead of the solid grey stone walls that greeted him before, it was all a deep ocean blue oozing down the walls, he tried to quickly get up and draw his dagger, only to discover his foot was stuck in a pool of ooze congealing on the floor, it was now that he also noticed his tunic and belt were gone, scraps of what remained of his clothes being melted away in blue slime that clung to his fur here and there all over.
In his lap, there was large ball of slime clung to his thigh, drifting in the center of it was a thicker blue orb that felt like it was looking at him, the pine martin reached for it, at first the slime ball recoiled from his hand letting out a little defensive gurgling sound before it leaned in rubbed itself against the tips of his fingers. It was cold to the touch, and wet, his fingers began to sink into the blue goop and he felt them tingle as it started to crawl along his hand, he tried to pull his hand back but it held on to him, pulling his digits further in to it as the slime on the ground began to move in closer joining the now growing orb in his lap as it began to incase his arm and groin. He opened his mouth to cry out for help but his plea was cut off by a tendril that shot out of the goo ball and in to his mouth wiggling it’s way to the back of his throat and it began to ooze out a sweet sap, he tried to pull the tendril out at first but as it made him drink the sweet almost berry flavored nectar he began to relax and felt himself begin to lay back down, he began to suckle on the treat given to him as he felt his senses begin to buzz and his body began to feel warm and fuzzy. The hand holding the tendril went from trying to pull it free from is maw to now stroking it, trying to coax another sip of the sweet sweet drink out of it, a sense of stroking the eager slime reciprocated as it began to gently squeeze and caress his now growing erection that grew in the center of the slime ball that now had grown to encase both of his legs in it, hugging them and every single inch of his bits at the heart of it’s wet gooey center. As it got to work and continued to feed it’s juices to him Hasel could feel his mind drifting off again, the torch growing dimmer and dimmer while the blue companion worked both moans and pre out of the pine martin, as it worked another tendril in to his backside leaking the same sweet nectar in to both ends while the creature milked him for its own meal out of him. As the light of the torch finally went out and the slimed walls of the caves began to close around him he let out a muffled gurgly moan as he came a bubble filled with his cum now drifting inside the slime beast that seemed let out a little delighted chirp as it got the first meal of many out of it’s new host and friend.
a commission for the ever wonderful hasel!
story as usual by Melos
