A Level One Quest: The Sexy Sepulchre Slime Search
Derath Featherfoot, Halfling (Lvl1), proud member of Guild N.E.W.B., attempts to 'Solo' a really easy dungeon...Even a N.E.W.B. should be able to defeat an abandoned gay bath house! Obviously, Pool, Slime Lord (Lvl69) has other far grander plans.
A Level One Quest: The Sexy Sepulchre Slim** e Search **
(Inspired by art by Modeseven2016)
Derath Featherfoot…
Halfling, Age 18
Class Rogue, Level: One, Guild: New Empire War Band (N.E.W.B.)
Equipment:
** Iron Shortsword (Poor Quality), Leather Gambeson (poor quality), Hobbit boots (Average quality), Coin pouch (5cp), 3 Lockpicks, 1 torch (lit)**
…moved further into cave, there was supposed to be a treasure trove of abandoned armour and weapons... ideal loot for a level one adventurer such as himself. By all accounts, it was a simple cave system, only a few chambers deep with no side rooms or other complications.
The smell was the first thing he noticed. It didn't smell of rot or decay. Instead it was a peculiar mix of pinewood and another scent that was familiar, but somehow out of place. It smelled lovely.
The first set of armour he found was a paladin's full set of plate, ancient and so rusty that it crumbled to red dust where he touched it. There weren't even any bones, it was so old. No undead skeleton was a good thing. Derath's iron shortsword wasn't the world's greatest weapon.
The second chamber had three sets of magician robes and a nice-looking wand. They might be worth some silver pieces, but not being magically inclined he had no use for them. The smell had gotten more intense, heady and fabulous, the chamber was warmer and it looked like faint wisps of steam hanging around the entrance to the next chamber in.
Steam meant either a natural hot spring or a water drake. The former would be worth claiming for the guild, the latter meant a very quick well broiled death.
Cautiously he edged into the next chamber, torch in one hand, sword in the other. This was no cave, but rather an actual room, the granite walls cut square and polished. Embrasures projected at regular intervals allowing him to light up the entire room. At the centre was an ornate communal bath large enough for twenty, the waters giving off the scented steam.
At first Derath was disappointed, this final chamber appeared to be devoid of further loot and didn't even have a boss to fight. Then he spotted the glint of polished metal. The bath had several new-looking sets of chainmail at its slightly deeper end. The polished chain was definitely high quality steel or possibly even mithril!
Eagerly he stepped into the water, which quickly deepened to knee high. The depths were maybe deceptive, seemingly designed for human or elven comfort. he might even need to swim down to bring the loot up. Fortunately, his leathers weren't going to weigh him down. The steam was really heady now... it smelled of... poppers, (whatever they were).
He inhaled deeply, feeling the buzz. Could it be a prank by the N.E.W.B. guild, sending him to some rival team's secret gay bath house?
He waded deeper, the water seeming to resist as if it were somehow thicker.
'Hey you want Pizza! ham and pineapple ok? or what?'
Reality waivered, there was a moment of terror as everything that Derath was fragmented and became unreal. Sighing he lifted the VR headset from his head and set it aside in its charging cradle.
'No pineapple, Craig! That shit doesn't belong on pizza!' Pete yelled to his housemate, still feeling buzzed by the popper odour.
'Ok on the ham and pineapple!' Craig acknowledged from further away, probably deliberately mis-hearing because he was a jerk like that.
Cursing, Pete left the PC running and scrambled to correct the pineapple problem.
Derath blinked, and waivered. He'd had another of those absence-curse things that so worried the guilds so much that N.E.W.B. were the only ones that would take him in. The cleric said that when it happened his soul wasn't present and his body just stood completely unresponsive until he awoke.
Oh, right, he was in the abandoned bath house with the loot and he was feeling wonderfully tingly from the magic vapours. He took a step forward; the water was definitely thicker and sort of squidged between his toes.
He glanced down, eyes widening when he noted that his clothes simply stopped at water level. His shortsword, had been held limply at his side, and had lost its point and three inches of blade!
He turned, trying to get back to the edge of the pool, but the water was now a lot thicker, its surface glistening, looking slightly pink with depth, but not obscuring the tiled floor. He panicked, putting every effort into moving forward. Of course there was a boss, there was always a boss and this one was appropriate for inexperienced adventurers, a simple pool of slime that just sat there slowly dissolving anyone who dipped a toe in.
It was hard going, but Derath wasn't overly concerned, once he got out it would be a simple matter to scrape most of the gunk off and then apply heat to kill any remnants.
To his left a large dome bulged upward, popping, splattering his face, hair and armour. The mystical smell of popper became suddenly intense, soon he was panting open mouthed desperate for air his brain tingling with each inhalation. Another bubble welled up and another, making it hard to think, hard to move forward.
Slime trickled down the inside of his leather armour, eating through it... no... not eating it... transforming it! Veins appeared just below the surface of the tanned leather armour bulging, pulsing and branching outward, becoming slightly translucent pink. The pinkness spread outward from the veins of slime, his hardened leather breastplate looking like a transparent pink facsimile of armour. It held like that for about three seconds, and then somehow lost cohesion, becoming fully liquid. His armour sloshing down like a bucket of warm water, dribbling into the slime below, leaving him entirely naked.
It had felt kind of good as it had sloshed past his cock...but the fucking stuff had taken his pubic hair with it after only a second of contact... he dropped the shortsword and grabbed his cock, the skin around it felt incredibly smooth.
Another plop of a bursting bubble wafted more of the magic mists
Experimentally he gave his cock a quick jerk, it felt much better without the scratchy hair and the remnants of the slime made it so wonderfully slick. He exhaled deeply sucking in more wonderfully buzzy air.
'Yessss' said a wet sounding voice, not his own. 'Halfling... ing... ing'
He glanced up from his hard on, a figure was sat on the edge of the pool, human sized a good 2ft taller than Derath. The creature was naked, and pinkly translucent. It had a handsome face apart from eyes that were entirely black, a smile that was a little too wide, a tongue that was longer than it should be. Its body was near perfect apart from a tendency to dribble and drip. Its legs dangled in the slime widening out at mid-thigh to merge seamlessly with the entire pool, which had become the same candy pink hue. It was clear it had most difficulty replicating the hair on its head, which was clumped on its head, like anime style spikey hair.
Anime! that Ghost in the Shell movie was going to be on the network in like five minutes! ScarJo was hot, and in skin tight Lycra! He felt a sense of intense urgency and then reality did that wobbly thing as Pete went to watch a movie.
Derath felt awareness return again. He felt suddenly wonderful and fabulous, languid and slow. His ass felt full, but not in a painful savage way, jussst nice.
Slowly he became aware that he was sat on someone's lap, his foot balanced on the other's thigh or rather slightly in it, one gooey hand lay gently on his knee, the other was caressing his head. He leaned back feeling the soft torso conform to his back like the ultimate pillow.
'So rare, so precious, so willing, so halfling. Just relax for Pool, and Pool will give you giftsss sweeter than honey.' a friendly voice whispered in his ear.
Derath slowly smiled inhaling the wonderful aroma, as an incredibly long tongue oosed over his shoulder and licked his nipple. He couldn't quite remember everything, but this was nice.
The thing in his ass twitched growing wider, vaguely he realised it was Pool's slimey cock penetrating deeply.
'Normally I jussst absorb the flesh, letting it merge and become me,' said Pool. 'But today the urge to breed is stronger, my halfling.'
Derath relaxed further, Pool was just a guy who needed some sex. He vaguely remembered being a bit concerned about being slowly devoured, but that was all ok now that he understood he was just a guy helping out another guy.
He looked up, Pool had positioned his hand so that the fingers were above Derath, changing from pink to pale blue. Slowly the blue goo oozed from the fingertips like a blob of thick honey dribbling toward Derath's lips.
'Royal jelly,' whispered Pool his long tongue tickling Derath's ear.
He opened his mouth letting the blue nectar coat his tongue. He was filled with the instinct to be still, mouth open, like a falcon chick waiting for morsels from its parent. He relaxed further just existing, feeling things flow. He raised his left hand so that it cradled Pool's head, bringing in them closer together.
'Peter my friend, you are going to be late for Uni, yes!' said Ivan
Cursing, Pete took off the headset, not noticing that it was slightly sticky to the touch, with gluey strands as thin as a hair. He glanced down at his uncomfortably constrained hard-on and then at the backpack next to the door.
'Yeah... tell the Prof I'm not feeling so good!' he yelled back. It wasn't entirely untrue, the immersive sim had left him feeling a little floaty.
Getting up he locked his bedroom door. He'd never here the end of it if one of the guys got curious. He stripped off his pants and gave his cock a few strokes of real-life attention. Doing the slime quest was incredible. He wondered if it was going to give a unique stat buff and a character-skin rather than just a regular loot drop. Damn was it hot!
Derath returned to awareness, it seemed like he'd been 'away' for a far shorter time. The huge cock was still in his ass and Pool hadn't eaten him. Everything was more peaceful. His stomach felt bloated and full of nectar although it wasn't bulging.
Wow! The arm he had raised to caress Pool's head with was now fully transparent and slightly blue! He pulled his hand away, it took a slight effort to detach it, like sticky glue. Fascinated, he moved his blue hand in front of Pool's arm. The pink muscular arm looked purple when he put his hand in front.
He moved his hand in front and then away, in front and then away. Purple, pink, purple, pink. It was hilarious. He giggled.
What else had changed? Pool's hand was still on his knee, but had penetrated, his blue fingers branching into veins much like those that had eaten his silly old armour. Further down, his foot felt funny, it had done the same sort of thing, penetrating Pool's thigh and filling his pink jelly leg with lots of lovely blue toe-lets. The merging felt sensual. He wiggled his toe-lets.
Pool's exact words came back to him, this wasn't just two guys helping each other out! He was being bred! The vague sense that this was all horribly wrong slowly formed but dissipated as he felt Pool's cock swell and grow to an impossibly luxurious size within him.
His sphincter was now a vast hole as wide as his mouth, it felt like he had regular lips sucking Pool's monstrous cock. He could feel the big beast penetrating nearly 2 feet into his diminutive torso. He'd seen enough executions to know that anything that big shoved up a halfling ass, was going to be painfully fatal. But it didn't even hurt. He could feel his body simply shift itself around to accommodate.
He giggled again, probably his organs and bones had already become slime stuff. Probably the only bit that was still actually halfling was his skin. Experimentally he willed himself to be transparent. As one piece, the rest of his skin changed so that he could see what was going on inside of his body.
As he'd suspected, no organs, no bones, just Pool's vast pink cock filling the blue jelly of Derath's body like a replacement spine.
His mind reeled, he could imagine his halfling brain being the last part to change, or maybe one of the first. Pool's tongue in his ear had felt suspiciously good. Sneaky daddypool!
'Ahhhh yesss unhh!' said Pool
Derath watched in fascination as Pool's cum slowly surged up his cock and exploded into his torso, strands of cum suspended within his jellied flesh near where he'd had a heart and lungs.
He'd just been bred!
The orgasm started from the cum strands. The sensation radiated outward, his pale baby-blue transparent flesh deepening to a deeper more mature semi-translucent shade. He slumped a bit. Pool's cock, harder than his surrounding flesh, made his stomach area bulge and then emerged like some alien chestburster. It didn't hurt at all and he willed his flesh to form new lips where the scarlet pink cockhead had poked free.
He giggled again
The need to maintain a specific shape faded from his mind, all that mattered was deep penetration into Pool's slippery flesh. His fingers became cocks, his feet became cockheads, his hair, already clumped into blobs, became a hydra-like mess of cocks. Finally, he discarded the old habit of being humanoid in shape entirely.
His body became a porcupine-like explosion of blue cocks, penetrating outward in every direction each phalus a different size, some even mimicing horse or dog, each one orgasmicly squirting blue essence into his pink parent.
The penetration was total, the two slimes looking like two colours of icecream stirred together but not mixing. Derath stopped thinking and simply existed in a state of bliss held in a complex intimate embrace that no mere humanoid could match.
Slowly very slowly, the comfortable bonding came to an end as Pool became watery liquid and trickled away, back into his pool.
Derath understood and felt no regret. The other slime had bred. Now that Derath was finished being born, Derath was of no further interest to It. Instinct took hold, Derath needed to find its own lair, this one already had a slime in it.
Slowly It reformed becoming a rough approximation of a halfling and tried to walk toward the cave entrance. His forgotten shortsword, coins and lockpicks joining Pool's loot pile.
Quest Complete 1000xp!
Name: Derath, Career: Level 2 Rogue, Race: Slime Lord
Abilities: Intoxicating mist, shapeshift (any form), mimic(limited), Merge attack 2d6 contact dmg per turn.
Pete removed the headset and let out a ragged breath, that had been some intense shit! He'd even cum in-game, his abs and inner thighs were absolutely slimed! He giggled, still feeling light headed, pretending the cum was actually pale blue.
He definitely needed a bath!
Fumbling with the lock, he stumbled across the corridor into the shared bathroom opposite. He turned on the water and leant against the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, that session had clearly been a lot longer than he'd imagined. He was sticky with sweat and cum that hadn't dried yet. His hair was all clumped together, like he'd been using hairgel, and it looked like he'd been drooling whilst logged in. His mouth felt like an ashtray, with an odd aftertaste like you get when you sleep with your mouth open, or maybe when you've licked your cum soaked fingers.
With the water drawn, he stepped into the tub and relaxed, arms resting on the sides he closed his eyes and let all the tension flow away.
Pete opened Its eyes and looked down the length of the bath, the water had become a deep blue that matched Its translucent arms. Its torso merged seamlessly with the surface, with no sign of unnecessary organs, legs or genitalia.
_It giggled, remembering the hair thin cock that Pool had thrust through the dimensions straight into his ear. A single sperm that had wriggled into his receptive brain. Dribbled into every crinkle and crevice, each brain cell lovingly and individually penetrated and mated with. The last few human cells now having joined the orgy, It no longer needed to pretend to be a 'He'. Not even divine magic could reverse things now that every last stand of DNA was entwined with its gooey analog. _
Holding a hand in front of Its face, Pete willed the appendage to have the consistency of water. The hand dribbled away until all that was left was a round ended nub that It reshaped as a cockhead for chuckles, the discarded cells quickly absorbed by his liquid surface. Experimentally It grew a pair of boobs, but couldn't make them the right colour, the best It could do was a pale translucent pink.
Pouting that It couldn't do it, Pete switched its upper torso back to male-ish and tried to mimic its old skin colour. Fortunately, that worked, although it took way too much effort. It was going to be a real hassle to pretend to be a huma-Pete all the time. All that concentrating on not dribbling on the floor and having to think about stuff to say to explain the dribbling.
It reverted to its natural blue and stretched an arm all the way to the door unlatching it.
It didn't occur to Pete that It was setting a trap for its housemates until after it had unlocked the door and set it slightly ajar. It would pretend to be a filled bath, steaming hot, with a nice mind fogging odour of course.
It would be so erotic having a naked Ivan lower his fit Russian ass into Pete, such a surprise when he found out the bathwater was fucking his ass! And maybe merge a bit. Yes...Ivan would absolutely love merging. Well... he might struggle at first and that would be like really, really, kinky. Merging wasn't exactly like eating... not really, Ivan's cells would love it.
Pete settled back, letting the bath shape Its entirely liquid form, only bothering to be solid over the plug hole so that it didn't drain away by accident. It didn't bother to think, thinking took effort. It simply existed, waiting with the infinite patience of its kind, so much easier than being a university student.