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Facing the Slimes

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Ori tilted his head to the side, his large ears turning to catch the strange sounds on the air. It was not quite as he thought it was, out there in the forest, but that was what made it interesting, kept him searching, day after day, for what he had thought he had lost. Whether or not he had lost something was by the by, a spirit and a guardian that didn't seem to yet be a spirit guardian, the terms meaning something different when brought together. Balancing on a fallen log, he crouched down, pressing his large paws with only three fingers to the roughened up surface of it.

Something was wrong. Chirruping and crooning softly, the spirit shook his head. Something was very wrong. But Ori did not yet know quite what was wrong and that was just why he was searching the forest to find out just what was wrong. It did not make sense in his mind why he needed to hunt and to search when the knowledge that he needed was not yet quite there, not within his reach, but that was something that would only come in time.

He was no longer such a small creature as he had been in his younger days - much younger days, in fact. Time had passed and he had grown like the trees, no longer merely a root. He pressed his lips together, though they were mostly hidden in the pure whiteness of his face, tipped with a black, twitching nose that had only grown more sensitive once he had become an adult. His long ears narrowed to tapered tips, the middle bit thickly rounded so that he could catch many sounds in the sensitive flesh, funnelling it down to his eardrums, where he could filter through the occasional uproar of the forest.

He was taller too, though he didn't have anything to judge his height against, only that he had been able to scramble up trees and rock faces more and more easily as the years went on. It was lonesome out there by himself but his lean and lithe figure stood tall and proud when he was standing watch, poised on a cliff poring over the rest of the forest, touched by moonlight, the fireflies dancing. There was a magic there but not one that Ori dipped into all of the time, his white fur fluffy and thicker around his throat, puffing down to his chest too.

Of course, in his adulthood certain features too had arisen that defined him as male, although he had learned long ago that they were merely a rite of passage, something that male mammals had while females did not. And that was okay. It was not something that he had to expend much time or energy on considering how he needed to use his body in that way. In many ways, he was still as innocent and pure as he had been many years ago, though only one of those things was ever destined to be swept away.

With all that Ori had learned about the forest in his many years alone, however, he did not yet know all that there was to know.

Ori hopped to a branch, swinging and dangling, one paw easily holding him up as the muscles in his arm and shoulder contracted just enough to keep him up there. His long tail was something like those of the wild cats that he'd seen, although the fur was smoothed down and did not usually fluff up unless he had been caught off-guard, but there were few things left in the forest that could truly startle a creature like him to that extent.

But something had indeed caught his attention and he dropped to the base of the tree, scurrying through the moss and nuzzling under toadstools, using everything about his body to source out what he had scented. His little, black nose twitched and he dropped down, following the strange scent to a tree that didn't look quite right. It didn't seem to hold its shape all that well, a birch with fresh, green leaves, but nothing about it was right and the bark was not even firm as he prodded it less than delicately with the tip of a claw.

Ori crooned and shook his head, dark eyes wide. Wrong, that was wrong. That was all very wrong and he had to work out why! He had to find out why the tree wasn't in good health, branches swaying, though they barely held enough strength in their arms anymore to hold their leaves aloft. No animals would be able to feed from it anymore and he sensed the roots rotting beneath his feet, his strong yet narrow chest rising and falling sharply as he threw his body into a run.

Lightness flowed through him as he extended his stride, pounding through the forest as if he was the very embodiment of the air and the wind itself. Leaves may have rustled in his passing but he was gentle in his relationship with the forest, letting it know that he was there and would care for it, but would not disturb it where it was at all possible to do so.

There!

There was something else, another tree, a coniferous one with shivering needles still green with health, not brown and dead like the ones that usually littered the forest floor beneath trees like that. Crouching down, he dipped his fingers curiously into a pile of slime that he mistook for sap first of all, yet it was not even sticky as his fingers sank into the warm ooze, clinging to him as he rubbed his fingers together. Holding it up to his face, Ori studied it carefully, crouching low with his legs folded to get down so close to ground level, ears twitching, yet no amount of studying the slime would tell him what it was. Maybe another infected tree, for it had to be some kind of disease, would reveal its secrets to him?

It was twilight but he hardly noticed, the sky tinted with blues and purples, stars twinkling. There was little of any kind of sleep pattern for Ori, the guardian spirit taking his rest where it was afforded to him, though he didn't need to maintain a routine. Maybe the lack of any real rest was what made him a side careless that day but it was difficult to say in any real conviction either way as he searched and searched, travelling into the deepest and darkest part of the woods.

There were more and more trees but the slime did not tell him the story of how the trees came to be like that, even small bushes and toadstools, fungus and mushrooms, becoming affected by it. There didn't seem to be anything living that he came across in the forest that could not be affected as he scurried over a rocky outcrop, the ground rougher where the forest edged into the foothills of the mountains. It meant that his body was pushed to the limit as he searched for the source of the slime, greater and greater unease stirring in the pit of his stomach, churning and rumbling as if he too was filled with slime. Great, big, churning slops of it, destroying him like the trees had been from the inside out.

Alas, such an innocent soul could not have been aware of everything that was happening around him, his vision narrowed to the path before him. The trees closed in tightly on either side as Ori squeezed himself through, huffing and grunting as he wriggled his way into a new space, though his intent was still there and still very much as clear as it had ever been. He had to find the source and, still, he did not know that it was that very source that had come to him.

It happened in the blink of an eye and Ori screeched as a vine-like "thing" whipped out from one of the trees, the dark branches foreboding and lurking in the danger of the forest depths. One moment he was on his feet and the next he was yanked violently sideways, off-balance and hurled into a tree. His head cracked back into the bark and his lips parted, jaws falling slack and head rolling forward, not quite knocked unconscious but certainly dazed, stomach roiling and churning sickeningly.

Dimly, he was aware of the vine that turned out to be a mobile arm of slime wriggling over him. It was the same consistency as the slime that he had prodded and poked, trying to understand, in the lighter and calmer part of the forest but there were no rules that would protect him in the deepest part of the forest, the slimy arm wriggling over him as more and more limbs of pure slime, glowing faintly green and blue, shot out to latch around his arms and legs. As if they were working in perfect unison, they strapped him down by his wrists and ankles, back to the tree and stretched out spread-eagled as if he was heralding the rise of something joyous. There could, however, be no joy as his head pounded, the strain of the impact he'd taken curling through him, though that was merely an accident on the part of the slimes. Where there was no intent to hurt him, well...they weren't always completely in tune with their own strength in that regard.

He squirmed and panted, drifting back and forth between stages of consciousness, delirious and drifting, his vision hazed over. It was hard to see, something tightening in his chest although he did not want to think of it as fear, but what he could take note of as the slimes tightened around his limbs and even his tail was the slurp of thick, darkly glowing slime that rose before him like a tentacle. Ori gulped and tried to speak to it, a whimper rising from his lips, as he strained, though he could not have been sure even then how much he actually fought back, head spinning, straining, everything coming as if he was rendered but a passive player in the scope of his own life.

Ori cried out, heart fluttering, yet he did not know what he was experiencing as the slime oozed between his legs, holding its form even though it left a slimier substance in its wake. He didn't know how something could be so dark and yet still glow like that, shifting between different shades of brilliant colours as if he was looking at a sheen on the water after a storm, the secretions left behind by different animals that left it shimmering through blues and purples and greens and even yellows. It was amazing what the forest could do but it was less amazing what the slime did to him, pressing up between his legs while he was still helpless to defend himself and stimulating what he had not even known to do for himself until then.

Ori groaned and twisted but it was a futile attempt at escape like so much else, hips rocking weakly as his lips parted and closed over and over again. There was still the dull ache resounding through his skull to be considered but it was hard to think about anything at all like that when his hips wanted to rise and fall, rocking lightly and gently as he could not help but exhale in a rush.

He didn't understand what the slime was doing to him as it ground and slithered against his male parts, coating them in warm, dripping goo that it secreted as it moved, but, frankly, he didn't have to for the slimes to have their way with him. They had taken more than enough victims, both plant-life and animal-life, in the forest to know what they had to do to make him suit their needs by that point and Ori was as lost to them as they were to him. The slimes needed him in some way too, though that was not something that they could communicate to him as the main slime-arm massaged between his legs, feeling out the curve of his buttocks, the glutes tensing though not strong enough in the moment to break free of such a hold. The biggest treat and main draw for them, however, was his testicles, and they did not fail to notice how his breathing ramped up as those were teased, the orbs fuzzed-up with fur and well-protected - not that that would stop the slimes, of course, from taking what they needed.

They understood bodies like Ori's, after all, much better than even Ori understood his own body for himself, yet he was not to know that. There had been no one to teach him as he matured and ventured on his own into adulthood but he had never even once considered it to be a problem. Yet the slimes were about to take him there in a carnal fashion, the slime-arm wriggling over his nuts, using the thickness of its body to tease him and grind lightly into his balls, testing just how much he could take there. Of course, his soft shaft, small and suited to the size of his light and lithe, athletic even, body could not help but respond: yet another thing that Ori did not have to actively know or even think about just to allow to happen.

Why were they there? What did they want with him? Ori groaned, skin flushed, fur suddenly feeling too warm covering him up, though there was nothing that was left bare to the slime. Slowly but surely, the slime teased over his shat, forcing it to harden, the nuances and rhymes and rhythms of the body hardly foreign to such a creature, although all Ori could do was pant and shudder, hardly with himself in any sense of reality. Sensation after sensation poured into him as if from a great distance away, present in the moment and yet not present at all, at the whim of the slimes.

His shaft throbbed and he licked his lips, though some feelings did not register where there should have been something more tactile at play. Ori's squirms only seemed to encourage the slimes on as they flowed around his cock, wrapping up his shaft and wriggling down, though he would not have said that they were pumping his length as he would have done with his paw. No, that was only something that came occasionally, even rarely, to him, any kind of sex drive not playing all that much of a part in his life. Yet the slimes were about to change that, transforming his body to their will just as they pleased.

A small length, it was still impressive to the slimes and others flitted up eagerly, bobbing back and forth in tentacle-like appendages, shooting out from trees and coming from all directions at once. They were as hungry for him as he was fearful of them, sweating anxiously, licking his lips, working his jaw - yet nothing was going to get him out and take him away from the sickening sensation of his body being worked over, the muscles felt out and the tightness of his lower abdomen working own into his firm length. They caressed him tenderly and they stroked him roughly, his shaft bobbing lightly with the natural pulse of blood, responding while the guardian spirit's mind was busy swirling, hardly clad in reality. No matter how much Ori kept turning and turning his head to try to keep track of them all it simply was a futile endeavour, chest heaving, the biggest slime poking at his cock and the tip of it in particular. What was that all about? What was it going to do?

The thoughts came through the haze, yet he could do nothing as he reeled and grunted, the thicker slime allowing a much more slender, still flexible rod of slime against the tip of his shaft. Ori panted for a moment yet the true horror of it all was yet to begin, muscles tensing and broken howl tearing itself from his throat as the thinner, extending slime pushed down and down and down his length, penetrating him in a way that he had never considered possible to slip into either the male make-up of the urinary tract or the female one.

Yet the slime was not searching for his bladder as it lightly plumped up within his cock for that extra little bit of stretch, working its way down and down, one goal in mind. Ori was too innocent to know just where it was going but neither did he have to know as he moaned out loud, the discomfort coming with a lick of pain and confusing pleasure. His hips shuddered and he tried to pull away but another slime wrapped itself around his waist too, bracing and placing him perfectly in place for their attention.

It was warm and oozed as it teased all the way down into his balls, a sensation that made his loins ache in a strange way, whimpering and twisting his head back and forth over and over again. It was a wonder that the slimes didn't try to restrict his movement there too but there was nothing left in Ori to even be thankful for being able to do that, panting heavily, sweating up, trying to ignore what was happening to him. Yet there was nowhere his mind could go, not even shutting down completely, that he didn't have to feel the slime pushing into him, slithering into his balls and making them swell, oddly so.

He didn't know why it was all happening but the first spurt of more slime inside his balls brought a flash of pleasure and he grunted throatily, dark eyes wide and straining. What was that? But the discomfort remained as he wriggled back and forth, suspending above the forest floor with his back to the tree and his legs dangling. It was not for Ori to want or even to speculate on, the slender creature whimpering and writhing, need pulsing through him in equal tangent with fear. He didn't want to admit to it, that dark seduction of true terror, but it was there as much as he tried to control it, to force it down into some semblance of submission, back to the dark corner from where it had come from.

The slimes were not idle, caressing and almost teasing his cock, for the sensation of that thick length rocking and slithering against his shaft was similar to how he had felt when other creatures had teased him before. There was the same shift and jump in his stomach that made him wonder if everything was quite alright and a burning flush to his skin, tingling beneath his coat of fur even though there was still more to come. It was not the same and yet it was the same and knowing that confused Ori all the more, grunting and clamping his mouth shut with a muscle leaping and twitching at the corner of his jaw.

He couldn't think about it but it was harder and harder to not fight, his head clearing a little. Maybe that pleasure had been something more and he forced himself, as much as he panted, to keep his limbs loose and relaxed, to make it seem as if he was tired, too tired to even think about fighting. Of course, that was not so, but the slime was not done with him as his cock strained around another pump of slime, working back and forth as if that was one way to better feed and pour it from the tip of the slender slime-tentacle in the first place too.

Each pump of what he could only assume was more slime - goodness, what more could the slimes hold if not that? - into his balls made them larger and larger, though not so much that they would have affected his way of going, as yet, in any large way. Groaning in the back of his throat, Ori huffed and strained to bear through, throat locking up as so much emotion clawed at it that even his ability to breathe was cut off, at least for a moment. Yet he had to draw on his strength, his magic and his energy, calling it to him without the slime noticing, for he could not draw out a long attack to free himself. That was, he thought with a shudder, if it was even possible to get away... There were some things in the world and even the forest too that even Ori hardly dared to face.

He panted heavily, the pleasure coming with strain, yet even the pleasure was confusing, something that he neither knew nor understood. It was wrong and it was right as slime churned within his balls, the swelling pulse of them tingling right through his body. Everything was connected, as he had always known it was, yet the slime warmed him through from the inside out, even the thinner rod of it penetrating his cock teasing so heatedly that a strange part of him wanted to lean into it too.

No!

_ _

It was now or never and he thrust the pleasure away at the same time as he drew his spirit energy to him, the blast of magic one of the many things that made him a guardian spirit. It was over in the blink of any eye and not even his most powerful attack, yet he directed it straight down at the slime invading his maleness, the male part of him that no other creature had ever even touched before. It was a close attack and he could not fail to hit as he slammed the slime away from him with such force that it could have been considered brute, sending the slimes slithering away, dropping him in an instant.

The slime withdrew from his cock as if it had been mortally wounded, squealing and flailing, twisting back and forth - but Ori was already gone, regardless of how shaky his legs were right there and then. To have his feet back on the soft moss was too good, an opportunity that he couldn't miss out on, and he bolted from the darkness of the forest with the slime slithering after him. They weren't yet ready to let him go and Ori fled with due haste, his tail flung out behind him, the perfect target for the slimes to grab. The lighter forest, the gentler art of the forest, called him, but he must have gotten turned about when he dodged a flailing grab of a dripping, glowing blue slime, his shaft and balls still out and obviously on show although he did not consider what had been pumped into his testicles, his virgin orbs tainted by slime and weighing heavily on him.

He got away but only barely, the slithering ooze of the slime retreating as he realised that the forest was not getting any lighter around him. Though he was too afraid to stop, he had to slow, tiredness lacing his limbs. What had the slime taken from him? Had it been able to sap his energy just like that or what it something more?

Ori groaned, the world wavering around him, feeling distanced from everything even though he was still right there where he needed to be, putting his hand out to balance and support himself on a tree. That time, however, he checked that the tree was safe and had no slime before he utilised it, a fact that made his heart darken a little with sadness. Sadness didn't suit him. But what else was Ori to do when not even trees were safe anymore?

Yet he was not alone, the sense of something, someone, else being there with him lingering, though it did not lurk over his shoulder as it could when he was tainted by the sickly feeling of being watched, somewhere and sometime. His balls were larger and had almost doubled in size, easily so, the fluid - it had to be such, didn't it? - shifting inside them. Biting his lip, he tried not to touch them but he had known, at least, how they felt before, so he could see if they were any different them, pressing his fingers lightly into them. The flesh there squashed more easily and he swore something wriggled within, though that, of course, was simply not possible. He'd gotten the tentacles out of him and there was nothing to worry about on that point, even if some of the slime they exuded had clearly gotten into him.

No... No. Nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. He was sure of it.

Was he?

But he had to keep going, had to find his bearings, even though he did not feel that he had enough strength to climb a tree at that point. Walking would get him somewhere though as he concentrated on putting one leg in front of the other, the lingering scent of sickly, overly sweet slime clinging to his fur. He could have paused to wash it off but, truly, Ori didn't even know if the rivers were safe there, having to wait until he got to a part of the forest that he knew and could rest assured in the safety of. There was his home in the nest of leaves, a makeshift home up in the branches of a tree away from predators where he could watch over the forest, yet Ori himself had not been able to fight off the predator of the slime that had slunk in under his watch.

His hands wandered and he swallowed hard, breathing harder and faster, his shaft rising to full attention. He'd hardly even masturbated before and even that had been clunky and awkward, something that he was following instinct with and barely paying much attention to on the edge of sleep. Adulthood without any guidance had, to say the least, been confusing but nothing was more confusing than how his balls seemed to shift and writhe, something inside them curling back and forth. It was something that he could barely understand but he knew that there couldn't be anything in his balls other than what his body naturally produced - well, that and a bit of the slime, of course. That wasn't anything that could make him feel like his nuts were squirming though, was it?

The slime, however, was not idle in his testicles, a living part of the main body of the slime that had deposited that part inside him. It squirmed and twisted, already seeking to pump up his balls, the seeking of pleasure commanding them completely and utterly. They were not there to harm him, not at all, but they wanted that pleasure, squirming through his cum as the slime shifted apart into smaller fragments, multiplying into several writhing, squirming appendages that twisted and turned like serpents within his balls. Maybe that was a fitting term for them too, considering the times of the land's birth where Eve had been tempted by the serpent, though Ori was about to be tempted by something even more sensual and carnal.

He panted heavily, his steps slowing, barely able to keep going, head rolling back. His shaft throbbed, demanding his attention, and Ori could only obey as he knew still that he needed to find out what was happening to the forest and where the slime had come from. That thought was still in his head as he squeezed his shaft in one hand, feeling it to be firmer than it had been before, moaning and whimpering, letting go to a sexual thrill that simply had never been present.

What had happened to him? What had changed? Ah, but there was no way for Ori to find that out as his hips worked, working his cock into his hand, taking pleasure the only way he knew how. His large shaft did not fit as well within his hand as it did before but his balls bounced off his thighs, the weight of them simply not something that he, as yet, knew how to manage. He didn't know how to shift and set his body in such a way that he did not come up against himself but that was alright as he was already climaxing, shooting a jet of cum forth that was thicker than he had ever seen from himself before.

Gaping and panting, Ori shook his head, barely able to believe what was pouring from his body, but he had to believe it as his orbs churned and swelled, seeming to grow even more after his orgasm - yet that could not have been right. He licked his lips, need rising rather than depleting, orgasm flowing forth as he painted a rock with his semen: in a way, it was wasted but the guardian spirit in need still could not have thought of another way that he would have wanted to spend it.

Yet the slime in his balls was not idle, shifting and wriggling, churning and pushing at his cum and the skin of his nuts, pushing out and out and out. It didn't want to get out, not by any means, but it was there for a reason and the job that it had come there to do had not been completed. It was there for pleasure and to make the cum of its vessel sweeter and more flavourful, a parasite in a way latched onto the body of a creature that could carry it forth and feed it. Ori was not to know that but all he knew was that his legs didn't want to carry him further as he sank to the ground, moaning out loud.

It was all he could do as he masturbated furiously, a hand on the ground balancing him while he was otherwise on all fours. Never before had his sexual urges driven him to go straight into a second climax immediately after the first but Ori couldn't help himself as his balls swelled, lumpy and yearning, even though he was not privy as to what was actually going on down there. If he had taken the time to look, however, he would have seen how the slime was gently pumping them up more and more, though the growth was so slow that he would have had to have been paying close attention to realise that.

Pre-cum too drooled from his cock as it never had done in the past - he just had not been that productive when lust took over him like that. Ori's moans rose and he didn't even think of the fact that there could be other predators and threats out there looking to bring him to his knees for he was already on them, hapless and helpless to the raging call of lust powering through him. He rocked and bucked his hips, grinding into his paw, head spinning and floating, a million bright colours of the lighter, gentler forest dancing before his eyes. But he was in the deeper and darker part of it there, peaty mulch squelching under his knees, darkening his fur. Slipping into a river would have been the wise thing to do to cleanse his fur but it was more than fair to say that Ori was too far gone in his lustful endeavours to even consider something like that at right then and there.

Panting and licking his lips, he practically drooled as he pumped his cock, wanting more, needing more. There was nothing else for him as he worked his cock over, balls aching and throbbing. It was more obvious then but there was something definitely within his balls, even though he didn't have the time or energy to spare more than a passing thought for it. Whatever it was that was in his balls - the lingering, sentient slime - twisted and curled delightedly, feeding off his sexual energy, forcing him on, trying to push more and more semen out down his cum-tube even then. Ori moaned. He wasn't ready yet!

But there didn't seem to be anything else he could do as he was forced to orgasm, for the climax that trembled forth most certainly did not seem to be derived from the pumping of his paw. It came from something else, somewhere else, a creature and being that only new pleasure and had bigger, grander schemes for him than the spirit had ever even had for himself. Whimpering and ducking his head, he twisted back and forth, straining to relieve tight lines of tension tangled in his body, although that more than anything else was to no avail. It was only the slimes that controlled his body then, his nose dipping almost gracefully into a thickly fragranced mushroom, the toadstools rising with domed caps, filling his nose with a cloying, sickly scent.

His cum flowed forth, seeping into the forest floor, though he still marvelled at it. Some things stood out in sharp clarity where they had been a passing note before, something to muse over and roll over from, slipping into slumber. There had never before been any need for Ori to consider the heavier nuances of sexual activity, of course, exploring what instinct dictated he should and no more than that. Yet the slime forced him on, rope after rope of pearly cum splattering forth in a string that hung in the air as if in slow-motion for a tantalising moment before sinking to the moss and muck. Adrenaline pumped through him with every breath, heart pounding, yet Ori could only bear through it, rolling his head from one shoulder to the other and returning to tucking his chin down, for all the good did him. Some positions just seemed easier to hold.

Yet he had to keep going, standing and staggering, moaning out loud. He couldn't even think about who or what else was out in the forest to hear him, lips opening and closing with such lewd sounds that it hardly even seemed worth thinking about it. No, no... No, all he had to do was to keep going as the slime wriggled within his balls, his heavier than ever nuts hanging down against his thighs, swinging and humping into his strong, lithe legs with each and every step.

They made it quite that he couldn't ignore them as Ori did his best to not think too much about what he was doing, the slime delighting in stimulating him from the inside out. Truly, to take a victim, the balls were the best place to be and the fact that he had broken free from the slime that had initially captured him did not mean that the change in the forest was destined to be reversed. It was already inescapably in place and Ori was the pinnacle of their approach, even if there was not anything crudely cruel in it. Those that they infested and infected too, in a way, would have said differently but, frankly, the slimes had never asked their opinion and didn't care for it either.

Ori pushed himself on, kneeling over a rock by a stream as his balls ached, the spirit swearing that they grew before his eyes. He even paused to roll them between his fingers and palms, to much more noticeable, the sensation of something wriggling inside almost comforting. He shuddered. He must have been going mad to think that, absolutely and completely mad, but he was forced on to jerk himself off again as yet another thick and creamy load flowed straight into the stream. There was no slime to come out with that, of course, but he did wonder, however briefly before more sexual thoughts crowded in all over again, whether he could get the slime out merely by masturbating over and over again. The terrible thing was that that didn't seem like all that much of a bad idea anymore.

He didn't know what was good or bad, what was right or wrong, yet he could only keep going and going, taking one step after the other, barefoot and as determined as ever. Ori kept his dark eyes fixed ahead, calling on very last reserve of strength in his body just to keep going. That was all he could do, in keeping going, but that didn't mean that there was not a near-enough constant stream of pre-cum and actual seed pouring from his dick, swapping paws as he walked, grasping it weakly and strongly, shifting his grip. As much as he battled with himself, sweating and panting, he knew that there was more that he needed, like water, and yet could only focus on keeping going while his paw was otherwise engaged, taking care of needs that had never before been a problem.

On, he had to keep on. He had to keep going.

The forest closed in around him, his pearly-cream cum almost luminescent behind him as he left a stream of it in his wake, splattered droplets bigger and larger. Would his balls ever be drained again? It didn't feel like it anymore, the fat, heavy orbs swinging and bumping, jostling more and more as the slime filled them. How much cum was actually in them too was another question entirely, though the slime fed on that too, forcing his balls to accommodate its fat and growing size, bulging out against the exterior of his testicles, not even trying to hide the fact that it was there. No prey of the slimes had ever before been able to stand up to them so just what did they have to worry about with Ori, the guardian spirit?

Yet he only had the thought of saving the forest from the disease, the scourge, in his head, and the stronger, bolder essence of the slime knew that. They also knew that they were not a disease but, if one had to assign a term to them, a parasite that could live alongside any victim for the entirety of their natural life spans. The fact that they would force the body they occupied to produce more and more semen, that life-giving essence to them, was merely something that benefitted them both, bringing a rise of pleasure to the thrust and grind of pulsating, gyrating hips.

But the source of the slime was not hidden away so deeply that it could never be found and Ori hunkered down, his hard cock bobbing and drooling, practically leading the way for him as he slithered forward in a smooth, low crouch. His natural flexibility assisted him there, thighs bulging as muscles were called on to support him, though Ori could still do it and it was that more than anything else that gave him enough hope to continue on his mission to the very best of his ability.

The forest was worth more than anything else to him, his home and birthplace, even though he had not explored every reach of it as yet. And he would save it at any cost.

The source of the slime could not be missed even in the putrid darkness, his nose twitching, peering through the undergrowth as he cloaked his body, though he hoped his throbbing shaft would not give him away. It had never been such a problem in earlier times when he had to go out on missions to bring life and lightness back to the forest, steward and protector to it, and he bit at the inside of his cheek. Willing it to go away even as a metallic droplet of bitter blood filled his mouth, gulped down, didn't do him any good as his body rebelled, tugging his mind to more lewd happenings as the slime ached to push out more of his cum all over again.

It was those sexual thoughts, wanting to buck and grind, that rendered him careless as he slipped from the undergrowth, his pale, white fur too obvious in the darkness. For one could not have possibly missed the source of the slime, the largest tree that he had seen with the slimes taking hold as yet with huge arms and a trunk that appeared hollow, even though the leaves were still on the tree, the boughs intact. If he touched it, he would have found it as soft and as squashy as the trees that had, earlier, alerted him to the fact that something was wrong, so very wrong. Yet maybe things could have been "right" for him still if he had never found those trees to begin with, though there was no sense in looking back at the past as his body ached for relief.

The gnarled trunk and hollow "neck" of the tree oozed slime, pouring out and swirling around the roots that ploughed deep into the forest floor, though he doubted very much that they were drawing any live-giving nutrients from the soil anymore. The slime would have taken that to them, carrying some of it inside his body affording him more knowledge into how they worked, even though he did not know the half of it by far. The slime was not coloured and light like what had captured him initially either but dark with the edge of an aura to it that didn't have a colour to it at all, something shapeless and seamless, his eye struggling to fixate on any singular part of it.

The branches reached high as he studied it, though the slime didn't seem to recognise that he was there, which suited Ori just fine as he watched and waited. There was no sense in making the first move, although he still had to keep straight on swallowing every groan that rose from the back of his throat, abs tightening. He had to bear down, to strain to hold himself rigid, breath quickening, his aching balls swelling again, so obvious that one may have presumed that it was mating season for his species for how he put them on display. Yet it was not Ori's choice right there and then as he took a wobbly step forward, attention drawn to other places than the seething, roiling mass of slime.

That was his mistake.

The slimes shot out in tentacle-like swathes, coming at him from all sides - not even just from the tree that was before him. He leapt without thinking about it but it was his engorged cock and balls that threw his balance off, bouncing and splattering, cum spurting as he had an orgasm even then. It was wrong and he howled, twisting and avoiding the slimes, panting and aching from the sheer exertion that he simply had to force his body through. A jump and a hop and a duck were all well and good to get out of most sticky situations but his body ached for something that he simply couldn't give it, lips parted for breath that did nothing to ease the sickening tightness.

His heartbeat fluttered and juddered. What if he couldn't do it? His paws sweated. What if he couldn't save the forest? It didn't bear thinking about but it was that fear of losing what he so dearly loved that drove him on, scurrying forth and even racing up the arm of a particularly thick length of slime, heart in his mouth and on his sleeves.

He had to do it. For the forest.

Up, up, up - up into the tree where the slime could not follow him. It was not limitless but, where they wove back and forth through the trees, they had a limit as to how far they could extend and he was not limited to such. He could go up and up, as high as the branches went, flipping and turning, dodging them with a skill that only came from living amongst the trees for near enough his whole life. But his younger years had little bearing on him anymore as he cast his mind desperately forth to all he could do, swinging over a loop of slime and then finding, blessedly so, that there were no more to sweep and clutch at his ankles.

He groaned, settling into the crook of two branches with his chest heaving, fur coat plastered flat to his skin in places with sweat. Ori could not even find the strength in him to lift his tail and wiggle it a little, although that may have made things a little easier for him, if only he could have returned to some sense of his old self, reminding himself that not all was lost. Of course, there was still more to be done, he only had to come up with a better plan, draw on his magic, find a way to best the slimes and bring the peace that he loved back to the forest. Then there would be no more slime and no more disease and maybe even his body would go back to the way things had been before.

However, the slime that had infiltrated his system already would prove, ultimately, to be his downfall, twisting and wriggling and working away inside him, his balls not its only target. There was more to a male than that and more that they could take from him, squirming and teasing, working away while the guardian spirit tried so very desperately simply to catch his breath when just doing so should have been much easier than it actually was. The slimes seemed to make everything difficult.

Little did he know what the slime inside his balls was doing to his reproductive system even then, though it was by the very nature of the slimes that they tried to cause as little damage, if any, as possible to their victim as they took their leave of him and his body. There was much work to be done, after all, to get a body like Ori's ripe and fit for them, making him pump out bigger and bigger loads of cum, forcing his seed to become protein and nutrient-rich for them. In a way, the slime itself was like the roots of an age-old tree, reaching and rooting itself in deep to survive, living off the land and the bodies of others while the natural cycle of life and rejuvenation continued with the changing of the seasons.

He panted, arching his back, the hard wood of the tree pressing up between his shoulder blades, cock pointing to the lighter branches above through which moonlight glimmered, softly and tantalisingly. Dimly, he was aware that the slimes had not softened the entirety of the tree, leaving some branches rigid as they were naturally, though he did not know how long that would last with the strength the slime was drawing, a vast entity that wanted something...but what? What did it want from even him?

The canopy stretched for leagues upon leagues and yet Ori was right where he was supposed to be in the grand scheme of things, his shaft still hard and refusing to soften even the slightest amount. He couldn't climb any more, though he was no longer quite as tired, something else pulling at him, drawing his mind away from what he would have fairly considered more important and more immediate matters.

His shaft hardened further and he had to pay it due attention, licking his lips, that light touch of moisture more erotic than it had any right to be. He couldn't hold himself back as the soft rustle of leaves around him secluded him from view, hiding him away while he sealed away his groans the best he could and relieved his sexual need. Ori's shaft bobbed and twitched, pumped up and flush full of blood, the tip a little on the pink side from overstimulation, although he had spent more time that day and night pumping it than he probably ever had in the rest of his life combined. It was only fair to see that his body, slowly, was becoming a little on the sore side even though his need had grown greater rather than lessened over time.

Was there any way to bring it down? Need chased away fear as he gave himself to it wholly and completely, ears flopping down, eyes half-closed. There was no need to look out at the rest of the world when he had his shaft in his paw, closing his paw around it, teasing and stroking, pulling the skin lightly back and forth along the full length of his cock. The skin was pale there and pinker where he had squeezed it perhaps a little too hard but such a thing as that was not about to stop Ori as he clenched his teeth together, a muscle jumping at the corner. The strain and burst of pain made him arch his back all the more but something in him liked the motion, hips rocking and pumping, imagining him thrusting into something that would prove, in time, to be all the more pleasurable.

He had to do it, had to pleasure himself, rubbing out another load that was slower in coming - or maybe that was adrenaline simply making it seem, to him, as if everything was slowing down, his senses heightened. Ori felt every breath, every squirm of the slime-tentacles inside him, spreading out into tiny fingers to better infiltrate his body. In that moment, there was nothing else for him but the lure of sexual pleasure, rising and not falling, driving him on and on and on like a bird called to migrate by the forces of nature. There was no holding back as he swallowed a moan, jet after jet of cum pouring forth from his cock, pleasure only registering a heart beat later as it exploded through him.

It was his largest and strongest orgasm yet and he felt every drop of virile cum leaving him, more powerful than it had even been in the past. Ori was not even sure whether his body was equipped for the power of such an orgasm as he blasted forth his lust, hips rocking and grinding. And yet it was not enough as his paws simply would not leave his cock as he painted the bark of the branch with his essence, hips and glutes working overtime, tail hopelessly thwapping the trunk.

Around... Guided by a higher power and a force beyond even the comprehension of a spirit in that moment, he turned around, cradling himself against the trunk of the tree, climbing a little higher, though it was a weaker and slower sort of movement as he was forced to do it with one arm only. His cock throbbed too much to make him want to leave it, a paw clasped less than tenderly around his length, a moan constantly on his lips that he had to hold back. If he let loose his lust in that way, the slimes would know where he was and he couldn't have that, could not let them know, a whine and a whimper rising from his lips as he scrambled, helplessly, higher.

The thinner branches offered little protection to him but they did allow a little of the cool night air through to sweep the blush from his cheeks as he lay back in their arms where the slimes could not reach him. And it was there and only there, so close yet so far, that he could let the lust of the slime wash over him completely and utterly, shocking himself with lewd thoughts of the slime-appendages wrapping themselves around him, stretching out his limbs, his body ready right there and then to be used and abused. In his mind's eye, he saw himself squirming, though he was not fighting the slime but luxuriously leaning into them, the slime in his balls affecting even his mind as they worked, tirelessly, away.

Yes... He was a vessel for them but one that was set to enjoy his job completely and utterly, puffing and panting as he imagined taking the slime into his mouth, something pushing deep, suckling on them. It didn't make sense to him but his mind scurried on like a mouse before the hawk, turning him to an image of the slimes pumping him full in every hole, even down his cock, his balls swelling more and more and more.

That was a good thought. That was an image that he wanted to linger on, biting his lip, gnawing on his cheek - anything to keep his silence and his peace where he had to remain quietly undetected, hidden where they would never find him. Never find him, never find him... His mind drifted, paw working over his cock, a length of flesh that had been nearly entirely foreign to him before and now felt like an old companion close up to him, soft and ready. Yet there was nothing truly soft about his shaft and it was only his perception of it that was soft and friendly, welcoming the touch of it against his paw like he never had before.

It was where he was meant to be and Ori could not have quite said why he had ever pulled back from it, for that no longer seemed to make any sense to him at all. It was right and it was wrong and it was all kind of wonderful if only he leaned into the slime tentacles and let them do with him exactly as they willed, over and over again. Just how would they feel sliding into him, pumping him full, making his balls inflate more and more and more with so much slime that he could not help but simply be perfect for them?

Ah, those were not his thoughts but Ori could not be blamed for falling for them. He didn't know that just because a thought was in his head did not mean that it was the truth or had even come from him. The appendages of thick, yearningly gluttonous slime pushed over and around him, hefting him up so, for a moment, Ori considered himself to be weightless, floating above it all, lips parted and eyes shining. It was all as he wanted it to be, right there in his mind's eye, the slimy pushing into his mouth, thick and filling, taking up every last little bit of space within his maw that there had ever been to claim. As much as the guardian spirit gulped and swallowed urgently around it, he could not take it all down - and yet the slime forced its way straight down his throat right then and there without a second thought for Ori and his comfort.

In a fantasy, there was no pain and the real Ori in the real world was not aware of how fervently his paw was working over his cock, thrusting and grinding his hips up against it. Raw need flowed through him, drool seeping from the corner of his lips, barely able to close his mouth as he whimpered and grunted, salivating heavily as if there really was a tentacle of slime pushing into his mouth, worming its way around his tongue. It took up every bit of space that his mouth had to offer and he literally felt it in his mouth, so powerful was his fantasy.

There were times, however, where the lines between fantasy and reality blurred and became less than what they were, his murmurs rising, lips closing around a thick length of glowing slime in his fantasy. It oozed and created its own lubrication solely that it could slide more easily over his lips and into his throat, thrusting its way down and down and down as if he no longer had any need for something as mortal and as contrived as breath. Yet all was permissible and nothing lacked due eroticism in such fantasy, his moans rising, hips thrusting, wanting more, always more.

The slime-tentacles in his state of half-dream half-awakening curled around him, rendering the need to control and carry the weight of his own body absolutely absolute. It was as if there was no weight left to him at all, as easily handled as he had been back as a youngling, the slimes twisting several long, sinuous appendages around his cock. It was as hard as it always had been since his very first encounter with the slime and his paws ran down his body, feeling the bulge of his balls resting heavily against his thighs. For some reason, that was more erotic to him than even his fantasy, which he dipped in and out of as he pleased, the spirit whimpering as he took his nuts one in each paw.

They were large enough, after all, for him to do that, even though Ori could not have found any reason for that in the present moment. Nothing from his life before seemed to matter and pleasure that had once been foreign to him was now as familiar as the hide of an old friend, a robe that he donned and turned in, allowing the folds to flow and undulate around his body. It was not quite like slipping into a second skin but finding a new sense of himself that he could not have denied that, even without the slimes, he wanted to lean into hungrily, his lust for learning something that came regardless of anything else.

Yet his paw worked and worked, squeezing his balls, moving from one to the other, swapping his paws while his cock throbbed. He still thought that tentacles were teasing his length, creating a sort of faux passage for him to thrust into while he lay there, prey to the slimes in his mind. His balls churned lustfully and it was almost comforting to feel the slime wriggling inside, perhaps bigger than it had been before. Ori was not with the finer part of his senses enough to tell that, not even as he grunted and twisted and howled into another orgasm, shooting jets of cum over his legs and crotch. The slime inside his testicles went wild, twisting and swirling, pumping and pushing to do absolutely all that it possibly could to push out more and more cum. The act of orgasm gave it more to feed on, one entity benefitting the other, and Ori panted heavily, chest rising and falling sharply, unaware of just what he was doing, making his whole situation worse and worse with every second that dared to slip by his attention.

It was not just the physical side, after all, that the slime had an effect on and poor Ori was not to know that. It was hard to consider him a victim in such a scenario, however, considering his open lust for it all, howling pleasure, cries breaking through as much as he tried to hold them back. All he could think about as his white fur dampened and darkened down with sweat was how good it felt to have the slimes around him, manipulating and caressing his body, his form at their whim, their lust and something more too. What that something more was would only turn into sweet clarity after they had broken him down into the perfect vessel for them at the end of it all.

Something pushed over him and, without thinking, he eagerly leaned into it with a moan and a whimper, back arching - though the very act of that turned out to be his detriment. The hazy warmth of his fantasy slipped away in glowing delight, the slimes drifting further and further out of reach, opening his eyes only to find that he was as tightly and securely bound as he had been in the depths of his imaginings. Ori gasped but there was no escaping what he had thought was not possible at such a height in the tree, the slime that had been attacking him twisted around his body, even limiting his breath a little just so he could not take a full lungful of sweet, life-giving air. The slime bobbed back and forth, extending a warm, dripping appendage before his muzzle, a tendril curling as if it was smugly pleased that it had caught him.

Ori licked his lips, trying to find some drop of moisture there with which he could speak, allow some manner of words forth. Yet there was nothing to come as he was securely trapped there, the warm, oozing slimes seeming to take delight in coating him from head to toe in their lust. They had not been so wet and slick before and he could only suspect with a sickly erotic twist in his gut that they were doing it for some kind of purpose, though that was not something that Ori could understand right then.

He would soon, however, know the full extent of just what the slimes planned to do with him... He struggled and fought as the slime wiggled and wobbled closer and closer to his face, seeming to almost taunt him with just how inescapable a position he was in, although it was not as easy as that for Ori. He fought and fought like a wildcat, straining for his magic, yet something about the slime seemed to sweep it away as if it had never existed, his howls and strangled cries falling on death ears. If the slime even had ears to hear him with, that was...

It all happened very quickly, so quickly, in fact, that even a guardian spirit could not have possibly have had time to react. His nuts churned and he cried out as the slime wrapped around him, binding him from neck to ankle while leaving his cock out and on show for the slimes teasing wrath, though that was not the extent of it. They were merely waiting for the opportune moment to pounce and in that moment they rammed into his throat - a single appendage seeking out the lust that Ori could give them.

Like in his fantasy, they were unrelenting, forcing their way thickly over his tongue, slicker and slicker, wet slime lubricating the way for him as he twitched and shuddered helplessly. He could have closed his teeth on them but the tendril was too fat for even that, driving into the back of his throat and down his throat itself.

Ori grunted, chest shuddered, yet there was nothing that even he could do as something slick and warm poured into him. It must have been the slime that the tentacle itself was exuding but knowing that didn't help him one bit as his balls aching, the twist and grind of the slime within them seeming to force them larger again. They must have been as big as some of the fruits that he picked, sometimes, from the trees of the forest, three or four times his original size, though there was nought that he could do about that as the slimes took advantage of him in every which way.

Down and down his throat poured the slime as he was used and abused, howling out his pleasure, his stomach filling with the warm ooze. How it tasted was beyond him but there was something sweetly woody about the tentacle in his mouth, where his tongue was squashed diligently up against the underside. In a haze of broken lust, Ori whimpered and tried to lap at it, though even such an action as that was outside the realm of possibility for him. The slime seemed to like it, however, as it pulled back enough to squirt a hefty dose of thick ooze onto his tongue before thrusting straight back down his throat, returning to its chosen task at hand.

Ori gulped and squirmed, the sweetness of that tart and thick slime cloying in his mouth, clinging to the roof of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks. There was no way either for him to get rid of it as the slime pumped him full, more and more flowing down into his stomach as his body was simply forced to accommodate every last drop of it. His belly bloated out and out and out as he was forced to take it all, straining to the point of bursting and far past the point where he would have, naturally, have felt completely and comfortably full.

There was nothing he could do about it and there was something in the act itself that was erotic too, his mind as twisted and tangled as a knot of undergrowth, belly bulging, pushing out as he teetered on the edge of losing consciousness. The slime churned in his belly just like it had done for his balls as he grunted and groaned around the slime in his mouth, everything about his world taken up by slime.

Slime, slime, slime... His eyelids hung heavy, dragging down. Would there ever be any end to it? There was not something that Ori needed to know, however, as the slime pushed him further, right up to that point where he feared that it could have truly have been the end of him, his cock spurting regardless. Just how he could have an orgasm under such circumstances was well and truly beyond him but that was not something that Ori had to know even as he splattered the slime with his seed, their twist and writhe convulsing in ecstasy around him.

And then his world greyed out, half-fainting, his body limp and dangling, prey to the slimes well and truly. They retreated from his throat, finally allowing him a little breath that did, at least, ease the ache in his chest, lifting him up and depositing him back in the nook and hole of the trunk where he had been hiding, not that they would not know where to find him, of course. The initial part of their job with him was good and done, his hiding spot concealed with leaves, though the drooling, gulping, whimpering Ori barely knew what was happening to him. The slick ooze of the slimes was, right then, all he knew, though he could not linger in a state of semi-consciousness forever when there was a stark reality to be faced up to.

His senses slowly came back to him, lifting his paws, twitching his fingers, slowly and shakily going through his body bit by bit to see just what was wrong with him. For something had to be wrong with how dull and heavy and slow he felt, something weighing him down where there was everything to be feared. Finally, his paws found his stomach last as if it had been drawn out in just that manner so as to build the tension for him, and he panicked, flailing and scrabbling, yet too bloated to move.

What had happened to him? Why couldn't he get away? The weight of his grossly swollen, churning stomach, pushed out in the bulge of a gut that should never have been present on the body of a lithe and athletic guardian spirit. Why, he could barely roll over, let alone jump and swing from tree branches anymore! What made him a guardian spirit had been stripped from him and he pushed down and down on his stomach, despite the pain it caused him, trying to push it back into place. There was something in there as it pushed back at him and he cried out, scrabbling and wriggling, yet even that was a hopelessly futile action, leaving him too fat to even fight back as the slime churned inside him.

The slime was not idle, however, working away while Ori flailed, slipping down and down through his body, teasing through the barriers between his organ, a living entity that could bypass such barriers without harming the host. As long as he did not fight back too much, that was, and that was just one of the reasons that the slime tentacle had pumped so much slime into him, ensuring that Ori's body was nicely weighed down so that the very act of fighting back was stripped from him. It was all for his benefit, after all, to keep him safe, as the slime wriggled down and through his body to his balls.

It had to find a way there and his nuts heaved and ached as they swelled, forced to expand, though his body was primed for such a thing. The slime knew well enough how to treat a vessel and that was just what Ori was to them as they bloated out his nuts, emptying some of the heave of his gut, though it did not feel very much like it was being eased in any way for Ori. His body trembled, sexual desire ramping up tenfold, though there was nothing he could do as his balls strained to contain every last little drop of that slime, flowing and pushing into him without any care for what he might have had to say about what was happening to him.

To them, it did not matter, yet Ori shook in pleasure, his body wracked with so much of it that it was a wonder that he didn't lose control right there and then. It twisted and curled through him in such a way that he had to cry out over and over again, his balls aching as if he had to ejaculate the largest load he ever had, though his body trembled with such exhaustion that he couldn't get his paws down to his cock. With his hard length throbbing and jerking with a powerful supply of blood forced into it, he moaned out his desire, fingers twitching, ears flopped back to his skull.

All he could do was beg that the slimes would heed his call and, oh, how they did, twisting and churning and wriggling inside him - so much so that he could not tell if it was one singular slime within his nuts anymore or more, many tentacles squirming into and amongst one another. Not all of it had drained from his stomach as yet, which was left billowing out and bloated as if it was still there, despite the slime being in the process of very clearly moving on. His balls ached and he could do no more as he cried out raggedly and harshly, squalling and shrieking, more cum than he had ever let loose pouring from him in unbridled ecstasy.

There was no holding back from the crude onslaught of pleasure as Ori moaned and moaned out loud, hips rocking and jerking, grinding, though he felt as if he was doing far more than what his body actually was. As more and more of the slime forced its way into his nuts, he could not help but produce more cum, pouring out spurt after spurt of seed that splattered against the tree, across his thighs, up over his stomach and higher still. He should never have been able to gain such reach with his orgasm but, well, there was only so much that he could hold back from too as the tentacles wound their way around him, pulling him down and down and down even as he spent himself in raw and passionate lust.

The tree bowed beneath him and the slime appendages knew just where to take him, their charge wrapped up all over again without him even noticing what was happening. There was no holding back for Ori as he moaned out hopelessly, slipping down into the interior of the tree itself which turned out to be entirely made of up slimes. Of course, he could still breathe, but everywhere he looked there was that luminescent slime, taking every last inch of his vision, turning and turning, lost to the grinding, throbbing pleasure of the teasing appendages pushing up against him.

He had to submit to it, for there didn't seem like there was anything else he could do. Ori didn't know what he could have fought back with as the reach of magic no longer was within his capabilities, exhausted and shaking and yet still craving more. His body ached for it more powerfully than he could have ever have imagined but he had to bear through it, whimpering and moaning and trying to lean into it. There was so much slime that he hardly knew which way to turn - not that it mattered but it was one of the last few things for sure that he felt that he had any kind of autonomy over by any stretch of his imagination.

There was only slime and forever slime as a thick almost meaty appendage twirled itself around his shaft, pushing into his lower abdomen to make room for itself on that side. He whimpered but could not have been sure whether he made any noise at all as another tentacle tickled his lips, ever so sweetly begging entry.

And then something that he had not even been aware of being a possibility happened, something that even his fantasies had not taken him fully too. There were other holes in his body other than his mouth and his urethra, which had already been duly abused, but the slimes had more in mind for Ori still as he twisted and turned within the slime of the tree, slimes penetrating him in every hole, coming at him from every direction at once. There was no evading them and certainly not when they pushed up under the white fluff of his tail, although there was not much about him, coated in slime, that was fluffy anymore.

They drove up under his tail, penetrating a forbidden entrance to him, though all Ori felt was pleasure. There was no pain in the stretch there as he was opened up sweetly, ploughing deep and already spilling slime into him. The slimes did not have to reach any manner of orgasm before being able to pump more slime still into him, for that was not how they worked, yet his mind was too far gone at that point to even consider that. All he knew was how good it felt, forgetting his old life, his will for the forest, though it would have been hard for him to say that the slime had any true manner of ill-intention towards the forest that he loved so.

His world twisted and turned around him as he forgot who he was, heart pounding, emotions seething. Yet there could be no sense of anger in Ori for what he had experienced, whimpering and grunting as a tentacle fed its way down his throat, only joy for the pleasure that had come into him. No matter what frustration rose forth the tentacles swiftly chased it away as if it had never existed, his body all that they needed as they mercilessly pumped him through two of his holes. His belly bloated but the weight no longer pulled him down as they lifted him, losing sense of which way was up and which way was down, not that it particularly mattered any more. Shuddering, Ori groaned throatily, tonguing the slimy, drooling appendage pounding into his throat. He would have liked to know though.

Orgasm after orgasm blasted through him, perhaps the expelling of his seed making room for more slime, though that was not to last for all that long. Even as his cock twitched and drooled pre-cum and cum in a gloriously slimy cocktail of fluids, he could not hold back as another slime-appendage wormed its way straight down into his cock. There was no sense of any permission being asked for, much less granted, but the slimes did not need to do that with their victims, taking all from him as they gave all that they had to give even if it was something that Ori could not have been expecting.

Twisting and turning in the binding arms of slime, Ori moaned around the length in his throat, driving down, filling him, his stomach swelling all over again. The slime seeped through his body, using the channels created to get to his balls, forcing them to expand and bloat, though there was no sense of orgasm that he could take anymore. All Ori could do was bear through it, crashing waves of swathing pleasure arching through him, any cum that he had to give forced out into the slime itself, though he could not have said what the slime did with it. That was for the slime to know and only for the slime to know and there was no more for him to worry about on that count.

Never again, actually, would there ever be anything for him to worry about as the slime pumped him full from all three orifices, his holes filled to their fullest extent. His mouth was wide open and filled nicely, to such a point that his jaws were not strained but just where they were meant to be. His tail hole tried to squeeze down but that was merely a bodily reflex and the slimes were more than accommodating in that regard, his grunts and sighs helping him relax more and more there. It poured into him but there was not too much to slicken the way as the slime-tentacles no longer had to move and thrust all that much, the natural pulse and rhythmic twitch of Ori's body more than enough to stimulate them.

The tentacle in his shaft, straining his urethra more than it even had on that initial, cruel penetration, throbbed and twitched, pouring a heavy dose of slime directly down into his balls. It raced there as if it knew too quite what it was being asked to do, churning and flowing, swirling into the mess of slime and cum in there. His body was there for the slimes to do with as they pleased, all one and the same in the name and the scheme of the greater good, his holes perfectly poised to provide all the pleasure that they could ever have needed.

Yet there was slime still to come, pouring into his guts from so many ways, though it all crept down tenaciously into his balls, the slimes using his body to twist and convert it to their own means. In their slime abode, the source of the slime that had been creeping through the forest, he would exchange his never-ending, pulsating ejaculation for being kept alive for them, providing the slimes with food while he was provided with bliss and sustenance enough to be kept alive. Not so much a symbiotic relationship as one of twisted prisoner and captor, Ori cared not as he slipped away, throb after throb of pleasure devoutly claiming his mind like never before.

His body was more sensitive too than it had ever been before, which was something that could have accounted in part for his stronger orgasms. Sadly, Ori was too far gone by that point to understand but he was happy in his swirling, roiling ecstasy, forced to orgasm continuously as he poured more and more cum into the slimes, letting them do with it as they willed. There was more and more yet to come though as he moaned out loud, whimpering and gagging around the length of slime pouring down his throat, though even the strain and stretch of it in his throat seemed more than he could handle right then and there.

His anal ring tightened but there was no terror in his heart as the slimes curled around his nuts, cradling them and their brethren from the outside as his body ached for ecstasy, more, always more. He had to have that more as his skin itched and tingled from even the lightest of touches. Ori whimpered but even that sound was swallowed up by the slime as he bucked and arched and desperately ground his hips, striving for it, yearning for it, even the slimes caressing his chest and finding the nipples within his fur, male and no real need to be present on his body, driving him to fresh heights of mind-numbing pleasure.

The slimes were flexible though as they bloated out his stomach, the weight of his churning, swollen stomach enough to drag him down if he had not been clad in their bondage. He was there for them and they sent out tiny, slender appendages to tease his nipples, nipping and nibbling at them as if with tiny mouths. That alone was enough to send Ori into a muffled scream of climax, tail thrashing, hips jerking, more and more cum flowing into the slime itself as it all but drank down his seed as a source of food and strength.

There he would remain until the end of time, wrapped up in the slime and broken down into nothing at all. He twisted and turned and was rocked through a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness as he languished there. There was no need for him to be anywhere else and his appearance was none of Ori's concern either as the slimes took care of him, his whimpers seduced to sleep as he lulled there, even suckling at the slime-appendage that filled his mouth and throat over time. He didn't need to be anywhere else when they allowed air to flow into his lungs too, everything he could have ever needed coming from the tentacles, the slime, the caress of so many appendages that he never knew where to turn and could not get it wrong, all at the same time.

His hold on life fell slack, bit by bit, more and more, the outside world that had once needed him. Whether it flourished without him or not was not for Ori to worry about - he only had to care for the slimes, their arms coaxing orgasm after orgasm from him in a never-ending flow, strengthening them with a steady supply of his increasingly erotic tasting seed. They lavished attention on him day in and day out, nights turning into seasons while he was pleasured over and over again.

Escape? There were no thoughts of that as his stomach heaved, paws drifting down. No longer did he need to be securely bound though he had no real reason to move either, bar to caress the swell of his stomach, slimes pressing out at his paws from within. They wanted something from him but they could still take everything that they craved and more, squirming and teasing, using his body, working back and forth to pump him full from three holes at once. As if one would have ever been enough for them!

With his ears slipping back to his skull, softly submissive, there was nothing else for Ori but to remain a servant and vessel to the slimes forever. Maybe they would be so enraptured by him that they would not push on into the rest of the forest or maybe not. Maybe all would be brought into a new age of pleasure by their slimy lust, the sweet seduction and caress of them that was so potent and yet still so very simple.

There was no way to know.

It was there that he would stay, pumped full of slime and ejaculating constantly, alive in the best sense of the term and a perpetual smile stretching his lips ever so faintly if anyone had been there and even cared to look. Yet there was no one to rescue Ori from the debasement and use of the slimes, his fate sealed forevermore. He would not have said that he was unhappy there, in the depths of the slime-filled tree but, truly, there was not much else to his life anymore but happiness.

And it was from the arms of the slime that he would never again leave, kept there and turning, whimpering in lust, forevermore.

It was not such a bad fate for a guardian spirit.