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Eshere clenches her fists. The slime girl stares down the two dik-dik intruders. In the steam of the bathing area, her ectoplasm runs slightly, giving off the illusion of sweat upon her shimmering humanoid form.

“You two are going to surrender yourselves and leave the tower right now, or I'm going to have to get violent with you." Her barking call echoes through the overlarge bathing chamber.

“Violent, you?" Lovemore laughs. The blue-haired male dik-dik clasps his hands to his cheeks. “The pacifist scribe is going to try to harm us, my deer!"

“Even if you tried," taunts the fiery-haired Lerato, “you couldn't stand up to the two of us. Save yourself some trouble and get back to your party plans." She examines her large wrench, tapping some buttons to reveal a clock. “We'll be here for an hour—tops.

“If you know so much about me and my work, then you know I can't let you steal from Miss Tik," Eshere responds. “There's too much here that's important to her."

“Them come at me, goo girl," the dik-dik dame teases, curling her gloved fingers inward with a shit-eating grin across her muzzle. “If you think you can."

The slime girl sighs, slurping quickly toward the two intruders. She balls up her fist, pulling it back, and enlarges it by shifting mass toward the appendage.

The dik-diks ready their own weapons, Lerato holding her wrench and Lovemore charging up his blade, a hand at his hip pouch.

Just as Eshere gets close to them, the slime shifts, her hand slurping back into her body and her whole form spreading like a vast gelatinous net. Her face scowls upon the large surface as she rushes to engulf them.

All Lerato does is glance at Lovemore as her hubby throws his pouch forward and slashes it with his magical blade.

White powder flies out, striking the slime right in the face. The dense substance mixes with her already liquified form and sends her stumbling off to the side.

Lerato slams her weapon down into the mass of goo, catching Eshere's core between the wrench's jaws. Flipping a switch, the dik-dik revs up her weapon, sending the head and Eshere's core spinning rapidly!

When she finally pulls out, a lime green sludge is left on the floor, with some clinging to the head of her wrench. She rests her device over her shoulders and taps the slime with her foot hoof. “An excellent concoction, Love."

“Oh, please. It was simple flour… augmented with magic, of course. It wouldn't have worked against Eshere without your technology, my dear," he responds.

“Nonsense!" Lerato protests, stamping a hoof. “My weapon is nothing without your magical augmentations, and that's a fact!"

Eshere jiggles before them, groaning, unable to move.

“Say," Lerato says, squatting down before her. I wonder…" She sticks a gloved finger into the goo and pulls out a dollop. She then rolls out her tongue, pressing the substance on it, wrapping her lips around her digit.

“Really, my deer, is this the time to be snacking on strange lifeforms? You don't know where she could have bee-mmph!"

Lerato hops up, wrapping her arms around her lover and locking lips with him.

Lovemore tenses up, his tail perking, his eyes wide, but as his wife's tongue invades his own, the minty taste of the subdued slime girl passes through into him, and he returns her affections, his hands resting on her hips.

With effort, Eshere bubbles up, popping sounds and forming syllables. “O-U-got-to-be-kid-ding-me!"

Lerato slips free from Lovemore and snickers. “Oh, you are simply a snack, Eshere, but we must be going. There's a greater prize to be had deeper inside the vault."

“The VAULT!?" the bubbling slimegirl burbles. “No!"

“Oh, yes!" Lovemore adds, pulling out a vial from his belt.

Lerato quirks an eyebrow at him, hand on her hip.

He shrugs. “Take some for the road. It'll hit the spot in the bedroom, I'm sure."

Lerato shakes her head and faces the statue of a particularly masculine kobold figure. The art piece holds onto his junk, shooting water into one of the pools.

“So, the secret passage should be over here," she says, knocking a knuckle on the statue's hip.

“Indeed," concurs Lovemore. “I must wonder if this is modeled after anyone in particular. He is rather well-endowed."

He slips his hands over the sides of the statue, cupping the rear and slipping upward, facing the spurting water fountain.

“Did you find the mechanism, Love?" asks Lerato.

“Indeed, and it's rather crass if magically skilled."

With a button press at the rear, the water stops flowing. Lovemore leans in, gulping. “Well, here goes nothing.

Lovemore licks his lips and leans in, pressing his mouth against the shaft. With no more hesitation, he throats that stone dick, his neck bulging from the intense action, gulping gags rising up from his throat.

“Mmmgh mmph. Fnngh.. Mngh!"

He finally pulls back, gasping, a trail of spit bridging between him and the statue, his chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes half-lidded.

His wife stands there, cooing gently and patting him on the head. “Oh fuck yeah, my big strong man. When we get finished with this, we're finding you a real big kobold cock to choke on."

Hoarsely, Lovemore croaks. “I'd prefer… a dragon kin…"

“Of course you are, my size queen. Oh, look! The wall opened!"

Lovemore rubs his throat and follows Lerato into the chamber, finding themselves in another set of stairs. With the door closed tightly behind them, the male takes a deep breath and says. “So, the vault?"

Lerato snickers, taking steps up the stairway. “Had to tell her something in case those mooks decided to catch up with her."

“It'll only buy us a short time," admits Lovemore.

“And that's why we must book it as quickly as possible!" snaps Lerato. “Now, rest that throat of yers and work yer beautiful legs, hubby! We have a lot more hoofing ahead of us!"