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Morning breaks over Harri'sons slime farm, a spongey fog hung itself everywhere the sun had not yet shown with the yards head hands walking out, coffee in hand. More and more cars pull up with employees showing in greater yields by the minute, activity spreading across the roadside stretch. Furs of all manner, shape, and size arrive in droves, happily getting right to work as if tasks were second nature and a pleasure to carry out. The sun peaking over eastward hills to grace a face of the main farm heads house, sitting just left as you enter, its paint and build matches the barn's in hard wood outline but in a shade of farm dirt brown.

Rays of light reached around the houses side, illuminating a rather dead asleep lion tucked away nude under little more than a single white sheet in bed. Tan short furred body, tone and solid from years of farm livin, branded the morning wood of a healthy man, sheet tented over his mid riff. This morning however, the lions twitching manhood wasn't the only thing moving in bed with him. Down near his feet, below the resting lions heels something moved, long tapering head slithering in an S curve upwards. Slowly, expertly, pausing to not wake the slumbering beast, moving forward, adjusting it's course as to not accidentally grace a leg and be found out. Overhead one would see a large crimson mass outlined in a fade under the sheet covering, mounted at beds edge, one long arm inches away from an opposing lions snake.

Carefully it snuck forward, holding at maybe half a centimeter away, waiting for any sign of a shift and it came. In those crucial few seconds the mass shot forward, expertly ducking a swinging knee and keeping its mass fluid to avoid premature contact. Once our feline had settled his balls were strapped up in a snug tentacle around the base with a second smaller tendril herding the fuzzy pair into their own pens. Majority of the mass slipping down to press the lions taint right on the outside of his prostate while a small tail continued south, masterfully slipping passed his sphincter undetected only to bulge to that of a swollen thumb. The gelatinous mass took on a more spherical shape, with one large eye forming right below the lions roped off balls, cartoonishly licking its lips before opening a small mouth and imbibing that delicious pair.

"Hmm~" Our lions mane shifted, turning to the other side, large eye and pupil looked upward in worry, balls in mouth, frozen hoping he'd not been too quick. When nothing came of it, four smaller tentacles ascended toward the throbbing helmet with two twirling up the lions shaft to form a tight set of rings at the base, around the glands. Former four links refining their tips to slim rounded points, two pulling at the tip from either side allowing two more access to both top and bottom ends of the urethra. In half a second those rounded nubs disappeared, sinking to setup a homely base camp alongside the felines prostate. While snuggly lodged in urethra, both tips bulged to teardrops running back up toward the inside of his head in oscillating patterns, soft bulbs colliding to swell mid shaft.

"Hoh~ Good morning Mater." Leon looked down his body under raised sheet, large eyed blob growling happily through ball filled mouth, its body jiggling under tone. Tip tugging tendrils joining the previous two in running beads down the inside of Leon's shaft, all four running up and down in a counter clock-wise fashion. Mater flared the bulge under Leon's tail, pressing at the outside of his taint, and pooled all four beads by his prostate for a good flex planting Leon on his back.

"Ma-Mater!" The slime picked up its pace, beads steadily growing rapid fire in their rail running while rhythmically pulsing Leon toward the heavens. Leon's claws curling the white sheets into tightly clenched fists, legs tightening in an attempt to resist the all out assault upon his coin purse. Breaths escaping in pants as Leon tried to stave off the inevitable, mane whipping from side to side but it was to no avail. Mater knew his way around Leon all too well, matching his lion's clenches with unforgiving stringent pulses and machine gun beading.

Sounds of a mighty roar signaled to the rest of the farm that boss man was up and would be out shortly, not that anyone minded, Leon was the best boss you could ask for. Several of the supervisors laughed to themselves, the running joke was that Mater and Leon would fool around, which wasn't uncommon for handlers and companion slimes, but everyone knew better. While inside, lay a spent lion, twitching in the throes of carnal bliss, lower lip slightly bit as Mater took to after care with cleanup and lengthening Leon's heavenly descent with slowed motions. Not a drop of cub gravy was wasted as all four beads sopped up every hot fresh drop, Leon never complained, he didn't end up smelling like a pissed off fish and Mater got breakfast.

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Dressed in a well fitted black T, beat up denim blue jeans, tan size twelve steel toes, Leon emerged with coffee in hand to the hussle and bussle of another great day on the farm. Mater cheered from his right shoulder as a black puma approached with a smaller green frilled lizard following,

"Mornin' Leon. Mornin' Huet." The pair exchanged morning pleasantries, Huet handed off a clipboard with several filled out sheets, gesturing toward the lizard.

"This is Ian, he's here about the handler position." Ian reached out for a handshake, his scaled claws disappearing in Leon's grip.

"Good morning sir." "Good morning Ian." Shaking a firm handshake, both showing a good bit of character through hand.

"Can you take it from here?" Huet interjected, smirking from under his sun straw hat.

"I hope so, about time you did something." Leon answered back, Mater cheering, Huet left to his tasks.

"Walk with me Ian." Leon trodded off, sipping his coffee and perusing the lizards app, Ian following.

In a path directed toward the main standing barn, Leon led Ian asking more personal questions, "What are your hobbies?, where are you from? ect." Reaching the barns door open edge Leon turned,

"Okay so probably most importantly, what do you know about slimes?" Ian, looked off in his skull for the answer, coming back with,

"Not much, like I said I grew up here in Medford, mainly what I know comes from the wild greens I found growing up in the crick behind my house." Leon read his address, ears perking up as he mentioned a crick.

"The long crick that split Eastwood and West End?" Ian nodded,

"Well you don't say? That's where I found Mater here." Gesturing to the crimson blob on his shoulder who chirruped in acknowledgment.

"Come on in." Leon flicked his main with a warm smile reflecting on the day he found mater fondly, catching him bare handed eating a pidgeon only to drop him when a large eye formed mid mass. Ian stepped in, what he saw dropped his jaw, two giant raised wooden vats the size of swimming pools covered most of the main floor. Side of the barn lined with four dozen smaller pools spread over two floors, workers tending or retrieving colored blobs from each. Ian's eyes fell to Leon, leaned up against the closest main pool smirking while the lizard took it in.

"We house the five main colors of slime's, can you tell me what's in this vat here?" Ian's frill perked up, small claws hooking the pools edge, looking in all he saw was an empty blackness that seemed to wriggle.

"It looks like a pool of black slime's, they work as excellent blood filters and more famously have the ability to cure HIV/AIDS infected individuals." Finishing his answer in a confident tone and eager smile, Leon flipped the lizards application to the third page and offered a noticeable hum in thought before strolling off with Ian in trailing.

"Very good, can you tell me the other four main colors and their benefits?" Ian stammered a bit observing everything in the barn, the rows of shelves filled with slime jars Pens of varying colors, handlers and caretakers removing and exchanging slime's for therapy in clear glass jars or by hand to be carted off through a much more sterile and professional looking steel push door.

"Umm . . . Well there's black, red which are farmed for their jelly used to restore organ health. Blue are the electric slime's used for vision and muscle therapy, green for gastrointestinal issues, and yellow for all things carotin and skin related as well as urinary tract." Leon gave a nod with a surprised look,

"That's pretty good for not knowing much." Ian reached to scratch the back of head frill offering a meek, "thanks, so... when do I start?"

"You can start tomorrow, but . . . and I know I asked but why do you want to work here again?" Ian's face kinda dropped, glance rolling off side ways.

"Well its regarding the black slimes . . ." Leon's mouth hung open a bit with the rest of his face in a confirmed look, holding Ian's application up and pointing a claw to the "HIV status? _________ "left blank.

"My family cant afford health insurance or my medication, it's time for me to get a job or let this thing eat me." Ian's head hung with a solemn frown thinking he'd screwed the pooch with not answering that.

"There's no need for that, we ask our applicants so we know to maintain their health first before letting them interact with other slime's, caretakers, and clients." Leon looked on as the young lizard admonished himself,

"Follow me." Leon went over to a rather voluptuous sheep stuffed into denim overalls wearing a sun hat, and rubber galoshes pulling several reds from a tank, carefully placing them in jars.

"Good morning Ms. B." She turned, clamping the sealed lid down on her last jar, her face wearing a smirk and raised left brow.

"Good morning Leo." They both wore shit eating smirks while Leon held out a paw gesturing toward the young lad.

"This is our newest addition, his names Ian and I'm entrusting him to your thorough tutelage as a handler." Ms. B's ears perked, she turned more toward him and offered a gloved hand,

"Well hey there sugar, My names Beatrice but everyone around here calls me Ms. B." Ian's hand disappeared in hers as they shook on it.

"Please to meet you Beatrice, may I ask why they call you Ms. B?" Leon couldn't help but chuckle, to which Beatrice was all to happy to remark,

"Oh some of the boys around here found out I can be a real ball buster when pushed, innat right Leo?" Beatrice shot Leo a look, hands bolstering a sassy posture as fists on her hips. Leon smoothed back and took a long swig on his coffee while Ian snickered,

"His first days officially gonna be tomorrow but I figure we can expedite this process and get him going today, if that's alright with the both of you?" Beatrice and Ian gave an eager nod,

"I'm happy to hear that, he'll need to spend some of today in a free room with black slimes. Ian, looking forward to watching you grow here."

"Thank you sir." Ian offered what professional gratitude he could as Leon left. Ms B in all her busty southern belle decorum, tucked a finger in Ian's rear belt loop and shouldered him like a hay bail.

"MS. B?!" He cried out, fully caught off guard and left rather helpless as he was carried off.

"Hush now Sugar you don't get a say in this, no wonder you're so skinny. Don't you worry though, we'll get you fixed right up." Report of laughter began echoing from other workers, Ms. B knelt to pickup a slime jar filled with black ooze and swung around, Ian couldn't see her face but the laughter died quickly.

"The boys mean well, but they do have their fun with the newbies. Don't worry though, you'll fit in just fine here if Leon sees fit to bring you to me first." The sheep walked off the barn floor, through a set of swinging stainless steel doors and into a much more sterile setting.

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Several hours later

Ms. B and the young lad re-emerge to the main floor, Ian immediately perking up for delegated tasks and setting to every last one he with a new pep in his step. And so they set about a normal days routine, general duties, lunch, time clock, running around and handling every color. As the day drew on, people slowly began filing out with the sun beginning to set and the days tasks whittling down to one.

"Okay sugar, You've been amazing for your first day, I've got one last thing for you then we're out of here. I need you to take this little highlighter back up to the second floor storage and place him on an empty shelf space for use tomorrow, it'll be one of the only shelves with mixed colors." Ian watched her with a certain eagerness few earnestly possess these days, nodding at every other word before gesturing to the jar with a lone slime in a vibrant yellow.

"Okay." Ian set upon his task, grabbing a jar roughly the size of his upper torso, the young lizard set off. One flight of stairs and one rather empty walkway later, the ominous view of a rather outdated scaffolding ladder stood between him and a finished first day. View switching between the only empty spot left at the top of tomorrow's shelf, rickety wooden slats and worn wheel bearings, then the slime he held. Tentatively, Ian reached out a set of claws nudging the hand rail which to his chagrin, teetered with ease on two of the four legs.

"Greaaaaaaaat." He shuffled the deathtrap over, bracing it by the shelf. One long deep breath later,

"Hooookay, here goes." One step made the whole thing shift and center under his weight, second only made it shake, Ian took great care to balance himself with every foot hold. Soon enough he was an easy ten foot in the air, task complete with the yellow now starring at him through his jar from its new space. Perilous as his journey was, he couldn't help but admire all the colors collectively set in each shelf. Every last vat was in view, it made an odd rainbow of sorts when taken in from the right angle, it was rather magnificent.

A sudden shift interrupted Ian's view, the scaffolding teetered back then forward launching him toward the top shelf. Sounds of wood and metal crashing roared up from below as it collapsed, Ian's grip wasn't holding, stuck there for a mini eternity in silence. Claws carving up shavings as he slowly slipped, looking into the yellow he'd just placed their in quiet panic, it began to mimic his face. The details fully forming right when Ian fell, failing arms and tail catching several jars before the impact shocked everything fuzzy. Ian came to just in time to see that same yellow in it's jar rocketing down right before it all went black.

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Security footage on a small hand held screen graphically detailed the little lizards panicked last few moments of consciousness before taking quite the fall. Five jars proceeding to brutally batter him with one slime of each color being set free upon Ian's motionless body, Leon sat in a hospital chair watching the footage repeatedly on a loop, one after another all five slime's disappeared into the still lizard via various orifices. All existing in Ian as an independent pack of bulged scales, moving freely while each of them slowly gravitated toward his belly. The bulges disappearance were marked by a clear moment of calm before the lizards belly erupted in activity, jumbling, jerking, swelling,

"Looks like a pack of rabid raccoons." Leo and Mater grimaced at the sight, enraptured by a once in a lifetime scene. Ian's navel ceased moving then gradually deflated, once again he lay still or it appeared that way. His throat bulged followed by his lips parting...

Ian awoke with a groan, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor causing him to stir. He felt extremely well rested if not a tad sore, having more trouble waking up than anything. Panic shot through him with Leon and Mater sitting bedside came into focus. Ian began to frantically explain and apologize saying it was an accident, Leon simply smiled raising a glass jar from beside the chair placing it on his bed. From inside a white slime slowly formed a face, black sclera, and yellow pupils over a slightly crooked smile.

"I believe you, we have cameras in storage, I'm more surprised that you didn't sustain any injuries from the jars hitting you." Leon paused, noticing Ian and the white slime hadn't moved since locking eyes, he continued.

"Your medical bills are completely paid for and you'll be receiving a raise so long as you return to work for me, and bring your slime with you, they are, incredibly rare. See you soon Ian." The laid up lizard couldn't believe his ears, watching Mater smile at him as Leon left.

"My slime? . . ." Ian's mind pondered in a stunned mental tranquility at just what had occurred and whether it was real or a some slime induced fever dream until something reached into his head and spoke.

"Indeed." Ian's eyes widened just as the white slime's crooked smile grew.