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For those of you wondering how we got Eshere to write, I have provided copies of Eshere's first times writing for me. Surely, this will go down in Tik Tik history. Please enjoy. --Tik Tik

Hello, readers of Tik Tik's journal. This is Eshere. I'm sorry if this is too hard to read, but Tik Tik insists that I write everything that's happening today in order to "make sciency good times." Really, I'm not sure how what she's doing is any sort of "science," and I've told her, but she just said. "Watch and write down everything!"

Sis is the mimic here, not me! Ugh, how does this pen even work!

So, starting off--Tik Tik is standing in front of the bed. She's looking over at me, and she says "Just copy everything down, yes?"

"Even what we're saying now?"

"Yes, even now. Good?" She steps over towards my secluded corner of the room, leaning in to watch as my tendril lashes over the page.

She nods and gives me a quick pat on top of my form. "Good, Good. Eshere good friend. Do write well. Might want keep for write."

"Keep for write? What... you want me, Tik Tik?"

Tik Tik smirks at that and then pulls upon the strings of her top. I shudder at the sight. I know what she's about to do, but I agreed to help her any way I could.

"Any thoughts Eshere want write before Tik Tik begin with Sis?" the kobold asks, pulling her top up over her body. "Does Eshere want food? Looking sloppy."

It's true. Even as I write this, I find my penmanship slipping. I need to take on a more solid form, and the only way to do that is to consume, and if I'm going to consume form Tik Tik, then she's going to like it more than I would care.

Tik Tik hops onto the bed, gripping onto the sheets as she spreads her legs out. Through her leggings, I can already smell the glistening wetness within. It calls to me as the sweetest treat. With Tik Tik, I can never go hungry again, and yet, it means coming to terms with something deep and dark and unknown inside of me.

"Tik Tik," I ask, scooting closer towards her, but staying out of pseudopod's reach of her. "What are you doing, exactly? I thought you were trying to find a way to get more information out of Sis."

"Trying to get Eshere to have fun," Tik Tik says, brushing her fingers down over her body. "Eshere no want have fun?"

I shuddered. "But Tik Tik, I..."

"What is it?" She asks, tilting her head as her fingers untie the belt of her trousers. "You no like Tik Tik taste?"

"Not that," I say, but... maybe... I don't know how to say."

"Ever try write?"

"What?"

Tik Tik hops off of the bed and grabs the pen I had unknowingly dropped to the floor. "Try write," she repeated, pushing the pen inside me. "Think words different than when speak. Tik TIk know for sure. People like listen Tik Tik instead read. Find boring!"

"Maybe... maybe I should write my thoughts down. Hold on... please, don't... don't do anything until I've finished. Then, you can read and understand my story. Maybe, then, I can understand it, myself.

I understand that you think I'm scared of sex, but that isn't true. I'm not a sexual creature. You can just look at me and see that. In my natural state, I am nothing but a blob. The humanoid form of the judicator I fed off of the other day is already slipping away, and it is only by my sheer will that I keep it up for this long so that I can write this story properly. To a being so colorful like you, I must be so boring, what with my translucent slime and my lumpy red core, I'm just so plain, so homogenous.

[Tik Tik's Note: Core looks like a heart. So cute!]

It's so strange to even write about what I look like, as sight is a new experience to me as well. I catch you and Sis sometimes, when I get home with supplies. I see how you're undressed and how she has her tendrils penetrating into your physical body. I hear how you moan and cling to her, and I don't understand. If you were any other creature, she would eat you instead of doing this. You are meat. To her, meat is food. It doesn't make sense to play with food like that. The idea is so strange, so alien, so perverted.

What you saw me do in that alleyway when we met was me having a meal, nothing more and nothing less. I know it seems like I'm trying to extract pleasure for pleasure's sake, but I consume bodily fluids. Sweat and blood and everything else the bodies of creatures. The best flavors, however, come from when they are touched and caressed and fondled. The taste is scrumptious, and it sustains me far longer than any other fluid. It fulfills me and strengthens me, as well. It was like I was born to consume it.

I didn't always realize I liked the sexual fluids. When I first became aware, I had already been alive for some time--how long, I don't know. I was like any other slime throughout the city: just a husk of protoplasm, seeking to consume all that was in my way. I had no desire. I had no dreams. I had no understanding of the differences between right and wrong, food and friend. When I came across a creature only slightly bigger than myself, I would envelop it in protruding tentacles and absorb its fluids, leaving behind only a dried body in my wake.

With each creature I absorbed, I took on some of its aspects, skittering through the sewers shaped like a rat, slinking across fences as a cat, and perching upon statues as a bird. Instincts grew, and with those instincts came more understanding, and with more understanding, there came more awareness of what I was doing to other creatures.

It all came to a head once I, in the form of a large dog, happened upon one of the many stables in the city. There, I spotted a particularly beautiful creature: a horse. So majestic and with so many fluids pumping through its body, I just had to approach it. My tendrils emerged from my canine form, ready to absorb, to feed, but that's when I experienced the first sensation of actual pain as something slashed through my appendage, separating it cleanly from the rest of my body.

That, Tik Tik, is when I experienced fear for the first time in my life.