Bioluminescent
<u><b>Bioluminescent</b></u>
The mossy ground beneath Ryuka's bare feet groaned. The Snow Leopard looked down, brow furrowing deeply, concern etching his features. His friend and hunting partner, Lyra had sprinted right across the old logs, spear in paw, tearing after their prey, which was just as fleet footed as the Cheetah. As soon as Ryuka ran onto the slick moss, he had lost his footing and fell on his face, a thin trickle of blood matting the fur beneath his left nostril. He'd just pulled himself upright. And now regretted doing so as the aged wood beneath him moaned and groaned as if in pain, pleading for mercy. Ryuka squeezed his eyes shut and let the driving rain sleet into his face as he steeled himself to take the next dreaded step forward. He gripped his bow tighter, his other paw resting on his quiver of arrows that hung at his hip. He let out a long, slow breath and took a careful step forward. The wood moaned again as weight was shifted. Nothing more happened. Ryuka stayed put, legs apart as if in mid-stride. He took another deep breath, concentrating on the rain that was beating against his body, slicking his thick fur down and revealing his musculature beneath. He took another step forward. His toes sank further into the moss, nails scraping the rotten wood beneath the velveteen cover. The wood groaned again, but a slight splintering sound underscored his slow, deliberate movement now. He gritted his teeth and prayed that Lyra would see fit to re-trace his steps and come looking for him, to help him off this gods-forsaken mass of rotten wood and vegetation. The ground sagged dangerously and he froze, swearing savagely. He feared that if he so much as twitched, he'd slip and fall into whatever abyss was awaiting him below. An icy cold shiver ran up his spine and he shook with the cold. There was an almighty <i>crack!</i> and the grey, water logged world around him lurched drunkenly, as if he were aboard an ocean going vessel. He fell forward, large paws going out infront of him in an odd, helpless flailing motion. There was nothing more he could. He followed the moss rotten logs into the darkness below with a yelp and a scream. No one heard his shout of surprise and horror. No one heard him land with a wet, sticky sounding <i>slap!</i> within the darkness below the surface of the world...
The air was musty, un-used and stale. The world was dark when he surfaced and opened his silver eyes, except for the clusters of bioluminescent fungi and lichen that clung to wherever they could in small clusters. Ryuka swam forward, hoping to find shallow water- No. It wasn't water. It was thicker and had an odd taste to it. It also had a different texture to water. Water was smooth, whereas this; this was silken smooth and carried a similiar pale blue glow to the fungi. As his eyes slowly started to adjust to the new light he could see that he was in a cavern. It appeared to be terraced, with various pools of the glowing liquid dotted about and trickling gently down the glistening walls like honey. He pulled himself over a lip of slick, moss covered rock, fighting for grip as he did so. He landed face first in another pool of the glowing liquid and quickly faught his way to the surface again. He let out his first sigh of relief. This pool was shallow, and thus he could stand up in it, the strange glowing liquid only comming to his waist. He looked up, squinting into the darkness, peering through the gaping hole in the roof. The sky was a wonderful mixture of greys, thunderous blues and blacks. Torn vegetation and broken lumps of wood hung over the edge, leering at him from their perches, the shadows and iridescent lighting of the cavern lending them mocking faces born of shadows and fern tendrils. Ryuka shuddered, swore and pulled his belt off, freeing his ooze filled quiver. His remaining arrows slipped to the flat shelf of stone that hung out over the edge of the pool just above the surface. The steel tipped shafts of wood slapped wetly and stickily onto the stone, followed by the liquid, dripping, snot-like to join the projectiles. Ryuka grunted and dropped his quiver, turning around and resting a hip on the rock as he pondered his next move. To him, the walls of the cavern were smooth and slick; they relinquished no footholds for him to utilize. There were no hanging vines. The only plants seeming to be the various fungi that grew in generous abundance around him along with the ocassional patch of moss and lichen. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. It had been a rough day and a disasterouse hunt. He wondered if his friend had caught up with and killed the Elk they had been tracking. He just hoped that he was now looking for him. Right now, he wished for a length of rope more than anything.
A slight tingling around his ankles brought him slowly out of his thoughts. When they started swiftly up his muscular legs, his train of thought was well and truly derailed. He shifted his position so abruptly that he lost his footing and fell into the slime, only to bob back up when the tingling sensation grew in intensity and embraced his whole body. He gasped and swung a leg over the opposite lip of rock, hoping to escape whatever was within the pool. As soon as his foot dipped into the next pool however, the tingling started afresh in that foot. He gasped and pulled back, a string of glowing slime stretching out between him and the next pool. He held his foot aloft and stared at it. It seemed to be pulsating. His heart quickened in pace, and the gentle pulsating in the ooze quickened also. He let out a soft moan, a paw going to his crotch and groping. Then he staggered backwards, suddenly aware of what he was doing to himself. He didn't like the sudden tingling of the thick liquid he was stood in, but at the same time he craved it. The tingling became slightly more intense and his breeches gained in tightness. The slime was sliding slowly but surely across his body, finding its way in his clothes and seemingly massaging his aching muscles. He raised his muzzle upwards as it reached his collar bone. He froze. So did the slime. But it kept up the assault on the rest of his body and his pants tightened considerably. He dared to let out another moan. There was a slight whisper just on the edge of hearing. Something wrapped around his erection and squeezed gently. He grunted and directed his hips forward. There was a slight, girlish giggle to replace the whispering. He moaned and reached down, popping the buttons on his breeches and sliding them gingerly down to his knees. There was an appreciative sigh that replaced the almost silent giggle. Ryuka's ears swivvled lazily, his eyes lidding as he wrapped a paw around the thick length of his dick and slowly started stroking, the texture of the glowing ooze adding that bit of extra pleasure to the sensation. His mind fogged and his paw sped up in pace, massaging himself, and, unwittingly the ooze. There was a soft moan, more audible, more femenine sounding. The voice filtered through into his mind and he stopped abruptly, looked down at himself and blushed heavily.
The slime retreated from his body, as if suddenly repelled by an invisible force. The surface a few feet before him rippled, a small globule bouncing up from the surface of the ooze, glowing and growing in size, its shape contorting into something familiar. It was the figure of a woman. A pair of eyes on the bland face snapped open, wide and as big and green as the King's prized rubies. The ooze girl's body contorted into the shape of a generously breasted Leopard, her tail raised slightly behind, ropes of slime dangling free at its thick tip. She smiled sweetly at him and approached. He backed up and came into contact with the stone, a solid barrier that thwarted any attempt of escape. The liquid Leopard cocked her head, paws at her back as she looked at him, mildly puzzled.
''Why do you back away from me?'' She asked curiously, her voice sweet and multi-layered. ''You were enjoying my attention, weren't you?''
Ryuka gaped at her for a moment, heedless of the slim tendril that was slowly and very carefully curling around the base of his dick.
''I, uh... What <i>are you</i>?'' He asked then supressed a soft moan as she manipulated him again.
''I can be whatever you want me to be.'' She replied sweetly, taking a step forward.
His eyes suddenly became fixated upon her plump breasts as they bounced and jiggled slightly with each step. His erection became firm and solid once more as she pressed herself up against him, small paws pressed gently against his broad chest as if she was having to stand on her toes to reach him. She placed a gentle kiss on his fluffy chin, leaving a few spots of the glowing ooze behind, clinging to his fur like liquid Limpets.
''Don't be afraid.'' She whispered as she took his paws and replaced them on her rump.
She moved against him, feeling his thickness pressing and rubbing smoothly against her stomach. A rumbling sigh rippled through his chest and escaped his mouth as he succumbed once more.
''I will get you out of here and back on the surface so long as you supply me with some company.'' She said. ''I've been alone for so long.'' The final words came out as a soft whimper and she rested her head against his chest.
He slowly moved a paw from her rear and placed it on the back of her head, stroking through the slimey hair there. He grunted and sighed.
''Promise?'' He said and his breath caught when her paws shifted to wander between them. It was the gentle caress that made his heart lurch with lust.
''Promise.'' She smiled, sliding down his body.
He watched her move, eyeing her up like a predatory bird as a slim tongue flicked out and tasted him. Lust quickly fogged his mind once more and his head tilted back, as if forced by the moan that was bubbling up from his chest as she engulfed him right to his base. She pulled away again, ooze stringing thinly from his tip to her lips and brought herself to her full height. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He suddenly had her legs wrapped around his waist, her slimey vagina hovering just over him. Tendrils of ooze strayed from her tail base and wrapped firmly around his erection, squeezing and re-directing him. He moaned as his gaze locked with hers. She smiled, her tongue wedged between her teeth as she slipped down onto his length. Ryuka's eyes widened as she engulfed him. It was an odd sensation, beyond anything he'd ever felt before. He wrapped his arms her and held her close as he rocked his hips, beginning slow and langruous thrusts. The ooze girl moaned airily and buried her face in the crook of his neck. A large paw slid gently down to her rump and he gave a light squeeze. She quivered against him, relishing every movement as much as he was. Her mouth found his mouth, her long, slick tongue toying with his. His eyes snapped open. It was an odd taste, but it wasn't unpleasant. He couldn't describe it even if he'd wanted to. He pulled away from her, eliciting a sweet moan from her. He maneuvered her until she was lay across the shelf of stone. He looked at her properly for the first time. She looked over her shoulder at him; vague, shining eyes pleading, expression and posture needy. She raised her slick, shining rump up, her tail arcing over her back. He found himself crouching in the slime. A tentative lick at her slimey pussy and she sighed airily. To his mind, she tasted good. His tongue became buried deep within her, rotating, squirming and searching her insides. There was no restriction to depth and width inside her, beyond that tight little entrance between her swollen, glowing lips.
Ooze dripped thickly from her as he continued his ministrations, laboriously drawing out the moment. She slipped her paws beneath her chest and set about groping herself, hitching herself up slightly so as to free enough of her full breasts from the stone. She moaned hotly then let out another soft whining complaint when he retreated from her. He wiped the slime from his muzzle, licking his lips. Paws landed on her hips and she cried out, suddenly accepting his full length once again. Hard, long thrusts were the order of the day and she wasn't complaining. His eyes lidded and he watched in a strangely detached way, his dick pumping back and forth inside her, wisps of pre mingling with her body. His paws roamed her form, gently squeezing incase his paws ended upside her also, moving until they were full of her breasts. Holding them lightly, he relished in the combined feeling of her strange heat around him and her bouncing breasts cupped in his thick paws. She was moaning and panting, her long, gooey tail wrapped firmly around him. He squeezed her breasts, nipping and rubbing her nipples. Ooze was trickling steadily down his thighs. His climax was nearing, his breathing hitching as he panted for air. Her paws suddenly landed on his, grip so hard his fingers sank into her breasts. She cried out, body jerking. He held her close, fur matting as she came. His thrusts had become hard, fast and desperate. Finally, he gave in. The moment would have to end. He growled through clenched teeth, lips peeling back and eyes squeezing shut, hips jerking as he released himself into her. When he opened his eyes again, panting, he looked down at her. Globules and strings of white were evaporating within her. There was an airy, happy sigh. Then reality cut through the afterglow like a hot knife. He pulled slowly away from her, thick, sticky strings of faintly glowing ooze and semen hanging between the two for a moment before breaking. Ryuka slid backwards into the ooze. He fought his way upright again and shook his head, flicking lumps and strands of the thick liquid every which way. The female rolled onto her back, a faint smile on her features.
''You may go now if you wish.'' She cooed intently in that sweet, echoing voice of hers.
Another figure rose up behind the hazed Ryuka, as silent as a shadow. The last thing he remembered was a pain in the back of his head.
Rain fell into his face, cold and unforgiving, washing away the darkness that shrouded him. He cracked open an eye against the miserable day. The sky was still grey, streaks of thunderous blue and black patterning the sky like a badly sticthed quilt.
''Afternoon.'' Came a familiar voice, furthering the affect the cold storm was having on him. ''Where you been, friend? I coulda done with your help back there. That Elk was as stubborn as old man Shaney.''
''Lyra...?'' Ryuka burbled wetly.
''The one and only.''
''What happened?''
''I was about to ask you the same thing.''
''Urg....''
Ryuka rolled to his feet in an unsteady fashion. It felt as if he was standing on nothing at all and had the horrible feeling that every part of his body was trying to gravitate to his kidneys. Lyra stepped forward and supported his friend.
''C'mon. Let's get you back home and cleaned up.'' He said, scrutinizing the string of faintly glowing goo that was hanging from his chin. He reached up and wiped it away. ''You're gonna hafta tell me all about your adventure first.'' He said, slinging the Snow Leopard's bow and quiver of arrows.
''Mnmh... Food first. Talk later... Ye Gods, does my head hurt.'' He winced.
Lyra led his friend off back down the track and towards their village.