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Slimy Dreams

Written by: Screpter

Date: 14/11/2025

Content Warning : vore (oral), willing prey, willing pred, feral pred

Chase shifted ever so slightly in the water. His naked body sank a few centimeters from the movement, before he was pushed back up, and he let out a comfortable sigh. The warmth was incredibly relaxing as he just floated, while watching the stars in the sky play. A bright, yellow-tinted one playfully zigzagged around the others that either chased after it, or became brighter for a few moments, before their light died back down to their original state.

A couple of them seemed to hop down from the sky, rippling the water around him, before they resurfaced - bright and warm, but in different shapes than before. Their silhouettes brightened then darkened, alternating between warm light and cold darkness. At times, the two mixed together, while at other times, one dominated over the other.

Their shapes also felt familiar. Compared to his small, human self, a rather large one shot out from the water, causing a small tide to wash over him, yet the water washing over his face didn’t bother him in the slightest. Two massive wings spread to the side, outlining the currently dark body with light as the star flew over him, disappearing from his sight.

Another resembled a T-rex, each step on the surface of the water sending small ripples out in a circle. Raptors, alligators, and giant, wormlike beings walked, slithered, or swam around, a few disappearing here, only to reappear there. He couldn’t identify them, but he felt safe. He felt warm.

He was in a state of deep, quiet comfort.

But as time moved on sluggishly and he watched the stars play, a light breeze flew over the surface of the water, the cold air prickling his skin and causing the short hairs on his arms that weren’t wet to rise. He resisted the urge to shiver or to move his arms to hug his abdomen. The breeze passed, yet the cold remained, cooling the warmth of the water slightly, but not entirely.

His eyebrows furrowed as he watched the movement of the stars change – they were closer, yet slowed down gradually, their light dampening to a less blinding strength. He wished for the warmth to return and for the stars to resume their play. Without them, he felt incomplete; the world felt empty. Yet for some reason, it felt as if the stars themselves were watching him.

He shifted in place; the water felt more solid underneath him, resisting the movements of his body when he crossed his feet, pushing back up against them as he attempted to keep the little warmth he still had.

Then, as if listening to his wishes, two more stars lowered from the sky, their bright light hugging around the darkness they kept inside. Their form shifted, beginning to draw their outlines together. He felt his feet finally sink slightly into the water, and the warmth began to gradually return, stronger than before. He wiggled his toes to play with the water, but the consistency felt different. It was thick and slippery, as if he plunged his feet into honey.

Still, he welcomed the change, as the warmth sluggishly moved up over his ankles and worked its way up along his shins. His lips stretched as a smile formed on his face, a small laugh escaping him as he continued to test the new, strangely familiar sensation around his legs.

The bright outlines continued to expand, forming two eyestalks on a long, thick appendage, before connecting down below, and moving on. As the sensation reached over his thighs and began to spread over his hips, the lights began to move inwards into the darkness, shining at points, while darkening at others, until they began to resemble a pattern on soft, mucus-covered skin.

His eyes opened fully, and Chase halfway raised his upper body as he woke up. His dreams mixed with reality for a moment before his mind cleared, and he blinked, yet the being from his dream remained in front of and around him. Two giant eyestalks looked down at his baffled face, and he followed them downwards. At the side of the wall, he noticed the open, slime and mucus-covered window, from which a wet path led to his bed, straight to the giant slug, whose body seemed so vast, it couldn’t even fit onto his bed.

As the moonlight shone in through the window, it landed on the slug’s body, breaking the light and reflecting into a thousand smaller ones due to the mucus. He was then pushed back onto the bed as the slug continued to slowly consume him, its oval, translucent-beige colored mouth trapping his forearms to his side with a weak grip. The eyes of the slug felt empty, as if it didn’t even know what or who it was. Well, that wasn’t right; it probably did know what he was: a meal.

But even as the giant – and heavy, as Chase realized – slug enveloped him, he didn’t feel scared. Of course, he squirmed and shifted as the slug’s sandpaper-like tongue slid against his skin, gripping, but thankfully not tearing it as he was pulled in deeper. The sensation wasn’t pleasant, but the mucus and slime alleviated the feeling mostly. Slowly but surely, he began to get used to the feeling and watched curiously as the mouth opened, stretching out as he was pulled deeper and the slug moved forward, before sealing back around his abdomen.

The heat he felt was surprising; it wasn’t how a slug should have been at all, not that he minded it. A small smile returned to his face as he leaned his head back. He wasn’t in any danger; eventually, he was always fine. His legs moved, playfully pressing out against the malleable insides of the slug. His skin slid against its innards without resistance, the slime creating the perfect lubricant for his body.

When this thought passed his mind, he continued to slowly wiggle as the slug’s mouth got closer to his shoulders, while he slowly moved his right hand towards his crotch. His excitement was apparent in the half-mast of his shaft, which hardened and grew more as he wrapped his fingers around the slippery skin, beginning to slowly rub along it. His other hand explored the throat of the slug, feeling around as the oval mouth began to shrink around his neck.

The rate of his heartbeat rose as the warmth seeped into his body, leaving him to slightly pant as he rubbed his shaft harder, his head pressing back against the pillow under it, a small moan leaving his lips. His fingers tightened around his cock, his back arching slightly, pressing his chest up against the palate of the slug as his sensitive tip rubbed against the top with each movement.

His breathing quickened as another moan escaped him, then he was forced to close his mouth as the slug dragged him in deeper, its semi-translucent mouth wrapping around his head as he was being truly consumed. He blew out and drew air in through his nostrils, leaning his head back further, trying to keep his face outside longer when his climax hit him, harder than he could understand it.

His fingers squeezed harder as he continued to rub even as his cock throbbed, his body shaking from pleasure as he shot thick ropes of cum into the slug. His release barely mixed with the slime and mucus that covered him and was all around him, when darkness once again embraced him, the lips of the slug sealing completely around his head.

Just barely, but he could still breathe as he was moved deeper, a weak, dazed moan leaving his lips as he turned his head to the side. His rubbing slowed, then stopped, and he slid his hand up to lay it against his belly.

He slowly squirmed, not as much as before, while he felt around. His feet passed a semi-tight ring of muscle-like opening. The heat here was stronger, but as more of his body was passed onto from the throat into the slug’s stomach, it felt different than what he expected. Due to the size of the slug, his body remained in a straight line as he fully entered it, the walls pressing down on him without any strength to them.

He moved around, feeling highly folded ridges of the stomach walls that gripped at him weakly, unable to properly grab his stronger, solid body. He pressed a hand against one of them, pushing against it to test the resistance. The wall stretched out with ease, and the soft, sack-like stomach felt almost like gelatin against his fingers. He quickly pulled his hand back, afraid of accidentally causing a tear and hurting the slug as he settled down.

The walls seemed to be in constant motion, soft squelches and the sounds of tiny waves filling his ears. The slime, mucus, and digestive enzymes mixed into a thick, soupy mess around him with the already half-digested plant matter, each little movement covering more of his body in it.

Having satisfied most of his curiosity in his surroundings, Chase shifted to get into a comfortable position inside the stomach, closing his eyes to continue his rest. The heat relaxed his muscles, which only seemed to remember now that they were sore after his long day with an over-eager raptor.

With a sigh, he consciously shortened his breathing, careful not to accidentally breathe in the mess around him as he gave himself back up to his dreams. The slug around him stopped completely, seemingly content to enjoy its meal where it was. As sleep returned Chase into the ocean of his dreams, the water remained a hot, syrupy mess, keeping him afloat as the stars returned to their playful chasing of each other.

He was right where he belonged.