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Chance Encounters - by Amethystine, with consultation from WhiteMantis

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If you're not familiar with the two female characters depicted herein:

Sheba: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5852895/

Nae: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/6334836/

The pirate captain and the orchid mantis geisha found themselves in front of a door. They were both... -unsure- of how they had arrived there. It was as though they had just entered a dream, and had been elsewhere, but were then both simply.. there.

The captain was in her standard garb, a large red coat with gold trimmings and buttons, worn open, her slim midriff exposed under the dark, tight bodice-like top that covered her ample chest in its pinstripe pattern. Below the flat, bare, brown belly, one could see black straps, presumably part of some undergarment, hugging her hips tightly.. which dove down below the waistline of a loose pair of short, off white pants. The pants were lazily hanging from the lycan's frame, thanks to the ineffectual effort of a thick, heavy belt, itself notched too widely to do its job properly. In fact, due to the weight of the leather strap, the leggings were probably lower overall due to its inclusion, rather than held in place.

Even further down, an observer who might have possibly missed the presence of a pair of furred ears and a fluffy wolven tail would certainly be hard-pressed to not notice how the female's legs took a turn for the digitigrade, giving way to a pair of furless paws that padded in a circle as the pirate peered around.

"What trickery.. avast!" she cut herself off as she took notice of the other person in her proximity.

Said other person would have been easy to miss, if only due to her retreating personality. While the commanding officer next to her had a commanding presence, the white mantis was much more quiet.

The insectine girl bowed automatically and silently, holding both her sets of arms in front of herself, her long scythe-like claws lined up side by side while she held her humanoid hands with palms together. Her creamy white self was topped with a dash of darkness in the form of thick dark hair, held up in a ponytail. Errant, forward-facing strands of her black hair swung over her large, bug-like burnt amber eyes during the bow, before she straightened up once again, adjusting her red, silken, patterned kimono as she did. The geisha's poise kept her from allowing any disturbance in her appearance, even in such odd circumstances as being suddenly somewhere totally new.

"I know ye.." began the lupine lycan looter, gradually, "..ye be.. ye be that.. that--" she sighed and shook her head. She knew that she knew the bug girl, somehow, from somewhere. She also knew she had no recollection of her whatsoever, but her gut instincts had been so immediate, she had started to speak to the mantis without bothering to piece together who her sudden companion was.

The insect nodded in response, taking more time to explore the situation mentally. "Yes. I too, know you ... somehow..."

If they had stood there and discussed it, they would have come to the conclusion that they did know one another, but had some kind of amnesia as to anything about the other. All they had time to confirm to each other, beyond their names (Sheba Windstorm and Asazaki Nae), was that they both recognized and had some sort of friendly bond. They could have been distant relatives, or long-lost best friends. Something linked them together, but they would never be able to know what it was.

But as it was, the time they had to talk ended as the door before them opened and they were beckoned inside by a kind, soft voice. Something told them, just as it told them they could be totally comfortable with one another, that they should enter, that they wanted to, that there was no where else TO go, outside of that door.

With no more hesitation than a pair of furtive glances at one another, they both stepped in. Sheba first, of course.

Inside, the owner of the smooth voice could not be seen. It had been a voice neither of them knew, and neither of them could even tell if it had been male or female when they thought back to it. It had just been soft and smooth.. and somewhat seductive.

The room they entered was bright white in colour, and felt humid. The air was wet and warm in a pleasantly steamy way, and one would not be surprised to see any metal surfaces within fogging up with condensation.. but it was not quite THAT warm or wet, and there was no metal to be seen. There was only tile and porcelain and marble. It was a space on the cusp of such heat and such humidity, a room that made one want to loosen their clothing, breath deeply and relax.

It was an effect that only amplified itself when the door, painted stark white on the back side, swung slowly shut, thus completing the all encompassing whiteness as well as sealing in the warm atmosphere.

All was silent for a few moments, save for the sound of the pair's clothes rustling as they grew accustomed to the warmth.. and the sound of Nae's chitinous feet and Sheba's toe-claws clicking on the white marble floor. The marble was flecked with wispy veins of darkness, which served to ground the room and prevent imbalance in its occupants, as total blankness could be disorienting.

The disembodied voice returned, seeming to come from all around the room at once. "Greetings. You two are both in need of something, though you may not realize it. The worlds you live in are harsh and full of stressful things. You're more tired and weary than you realize. Tense muscles, aching joints and frayed nerves, all from your hardships, be they on the sea or in the world of tea. Under the weight of heavy treasure or a 'mother's' pressure, you both are in dire, desperate need for the place to which I can lead."

"A place of rest and relaxation, of deep, personal cleansing. Where your troubles, cares and worries will be washed away, your bodies and minds wiped clean of the woes of the world, if only for enough time to rejuvenate you, refill your reservoirs of--"

Before the slightly over-wrought speech could conclude itself, Sheba growled and cut through the ghostly words like so many foes before, "Enough, show yeself, ye invisible huckster, or Queen Sheba will run ye through!" The self-proclaimed royalty had drawn her sword, a rapier, the Piercing Wind, ready to follow through with her threat before considering the apparent folly of telling someone to appear while also putting their person in peril.

"Oh, um.. okay," the voice stammered a bit, shocked to have been interrupted in the midst of its self-introduction.

While Sheba crossed her arms and waited for their 'host' to appear, Nae raised a hand to her mouth, stifling a small laugh at the unseen person's reaction. The pirate glanced over at her and grinned a bit of a toothy, savage smile, which the geisha returned, with her own less wild version.. after almost shying away from the werewolf.

Unbeknownst to the duo, something was occurring upon the tiled walls of the mid-sized room. Within the some of the grooves, between the tiles, a thick liquid had begun to run. Tiny streams of viscous white slime ran down from the upper reaches of the walls. Out of the corners and off of the ceiling, it followed the miniature rivers of the tiles, joining together at certain intersections of grout and growing in size as it flowed.

When all the downward streams on both the wall to the left and right had coalesced, they began to travel perfectly horizontally, toward the back wall, which both girls faced. At the same time, Nae noticed the strange liquid and gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as well as pointing at the swiftly slithering slime with a sizable scythe-like claw, an utterly alarmed expression blossoming on her normally placid face.

The large rivulets ran together at a central point on the back wall, right in front of the pair. The now huge collection of apparently living gunk flowed downward as one, no longer just within the grooves between the tiles, but as a large pool that coated a large number of the square blocks upon the wall. It would have seemed much like a splatter of slime simply slinking down the smooth surfaces, if not for the perfectly geometric march it was making, downward.. like a division of soldiers seen from above, the puddle was arranged over a rectangular section of tiles as it descended.

It came to the small lip that lined the room's perimeter and went seamlessly from vertical motion to horizontal and back to vertical again, flowing over the blocky shape that formed the shelf at the intersection of wall and floor before coming to a rest a few tiles away from the base of the square shape of the shelf/seat.

The patch of puddle paused and settled, no longer rippling with its oozing promenade. With it so perfectly lined up on the tiles, one could easily see that it was about two feet wide and a little over one foot thick, back to front. The dimension of its depth might have been an inch, although an observer would be forgiven for assuming a paltry pool such as the one before the pirate and the geisha would be much more shallow.

But, then again, an observer would also be forgiven for thinking that it was much, much deeper in the moments that followed.

"What be this, some foolish magickal welcome mat?" scoffed the scurvy sea-dog, leaning forward and down slightly to peer at the neatly presented puddle. "The Pirate Queen told ye to show yeself, ya lubber!" she shouted, standing back up and tilting her head back to yell around at the rest of the empty room.

"Sh-Sheba! Sh-Shush! Look.." Nae stammered, using both the scythe-claw and the hand on one side of her form to grab at the pirate, while both limbs on the other side pointed at the pool before them.

The lycan growled and shrugged, rolling her shoulder firmly to make the excitable insect release her coat. "No one tells the mighty master of the seas to shush! It's the plank fer y--" the captain cut herself short as she turned to see what the mantis was making such a fuss about.

Both the nature of the neatly arranged liquid and its possible depth were called into question as a smooth human-shaped head began to rise out of the slime on the floor. It appeared as though the person was absolutely coated in a thick layer of the viscous material as their slim shoulders arose as well. It was as if a trap door had somehow opened below the goo, and someone was on an elevating platform coming up through the clinging stuff.. but even that explanation could not have been correct. Something about the man was off.

The two females could tell it was a man, due to the flat chest and the general shape of his torso and hips as it all rose from the rectangular region of the floor. In the midst of the legs appearing below, it had become rather clear that the face was too smooth, and so was the crotch. Was the slime-slickened man sporting some sort of skin-tight suit? When the mysterious male's ascent had ended, his feet were still submerged under the surface of the sludge on the ground. The puddle seemed lessened, probably due to how much was covering the odd man. And yet, his ankles disappeared into the pool, his feet impossible to see.

He raised a hand up next to his head in an open-palmed sign of greeting, holding it up as he spoke. A mouth appeared as though the man's mask was made to open only as his lips parted. "Greetings once again, my two esteemed guests. My name is Anomaly, and I'll be your host here at--"

The sharp ringing of metal on metal was heard for a split second before there was a flash of polished steel and a very lethal length was levelled at the weird one's chest, held firm at his heart. Captain Windstorm had had enough -which admittedly, was not much- and had drawn her rapier with a speed befitting the name of the blade, 'Piercing Wind'.

Nae gasped, trying to think of some way to dissuade her companion from violence, while the man, the so-called 'Anomaly', shook his head, frowning sadly.

"Sheba.. Captain Windstorm. You misunderstand both me and your situation.." began the bizarre being, before stepping forward, impaling himself upon the finely sharpened weapon.

Sheba's steely gaze widened, registering her surprise, but held her sword still. The man took another step, the tip of the rapier exiting from his back. He took another, and he was face to face with her, her hilt against his chest. "You cannot harm me, nor do you need to.. nor should you even want to!"

Tearing their eyes from the seemingly deadly penetration, both girls could see how some of the figure's features had faded. His entire outline seemed muddled, like there was even more fluid from the floor upon his frame.. his hands dripping, his legs running with it.. some of his fingers stuck together with the slime. Or were they?

"Could you please remove and re-sheath your rapier? It's distracting," Anomaly asked. When the pirate did so, the strange slime seemed to slide off of the man's form once more, his features becoming clearer as the muck flowed away. Not only that, the blade came away utterly clean of any slime or blood, which one might have presumed to be within the impossibly invincible male. With the sword removed, he stepped back onto his little puddle.

Then he turned into a copy of Sheba.

There was really no other way to describe it, save for the being in front of the females suddenly morphing into an exact replica.. or clone.. of the seafarer, save for the colours. Or the lack thereof. It was entirely white, just as the man had been, with that thick layer of liquid upon him. But, 'he' couldn't have been a real 'he', for the way the form had shifted was impossible for anything solid. The new pirate actually seemed much more well defined than the man that had been standing in her place before her, possessing all the details the original had, in that milky white, whereas the vague male shape had been a total blank slate.

She.. or 'it' smiled and drew her own sword slowly, calmly, holding it in a way that clearly meant there was no ill will behind it. It was as though the strange creature wanted to show its guests the blade. "I also do not want or need to harm either of you. I cannot!" it spoke in Anomaly's voice, although slightly similar to the werewolf's as well.. and as it thrust out the last two words as an exclamation, it also morphed its wrist and hand to suddenly be able to thrust out the sword, straight into the real Sheba's chest.

Both girls exclaimed, before they saw how the seemingly solid sword splattered safely over the lycan's bodice, spreading out into a pool of warm slime. She had felt nothing worse than a wet poke.

"See?" asked Anomaly, withdrawing the 'blade', which reformed more and more as it was pulled back, the pool against the pirate's top shrinking. The morphing material receded toward the epicenter of the harmless impact that sat just below her impressive bust, condensing back into the shaft of slime. Once it was withdrawn, the fake-Sheba re-sheathed the sword, even if it was clearly unnecessary. It could have just let it melt into nothing on the floor. The clone of the pirate was impressive in its detail, but the fact that the material that made it was as malleable as it was seemed more interesting.

Anomaly's blank visage reappeared as the copy of the 'queen' melted back into the featureless fellow. "Like I said, I'm of no threat to either of you. And I want to help you to relax.." he trailed off, grinning nervously, the slime upon his surface swirling as he realized something a bit stressful.. "..but I guess fake-stabbing you to prove I'm harmless wasn't a very good way to calm you down.. sorry!"

With the quick shift to Anomaly's apology, the man.. who was very clearly not a man, but a slime-being.. warped rapidly into the form of the mantis geisha. The new copy of Nae dropped to its knees and bowed over and over, apologizing in a voice that was a mixture of Anomaly's and Nae's.

Sheba had gotten over her shock quickly, and laughed at the gooey guy's mimicry of the mantis, remarking at how well he could clone people. The effect was clearly better when the creature he copied was already white to begin with!

At the same time, Nae put a hand to her mouth as she said "Oh!" in soft shock, but then smiled behind her fingers, a little amused at the bowing to her.. by something that looked just like her.

Stopping and deforming back to his natural state, the ooze-creature simply rose back up on a thick creamy column, no longer bothering to form legs at all, being more comfortable with less detail in his form. He was pleased at the girls' change of heart, thinking to himself, 'Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.'

"So, anyway, you're here because you both need to relax and rest, and slough off the stresses of your lives. And I can help, if you'll let me," said the slime-man, sounding sincere. As he stopped speaking, he slid between the pair of his guests to stand in the middle of the still slightly warm and wet, tile-lined room. "If you'll let us.."

As both Nae and Sheba watched, Anomaly raised his arms, then spread them, extending them to each side of himself. He pretended to grab onto something on each side of him and pulled himself in both directions at once.. and split down the middle! He divided himself into two halves, which quickly shifted into two hollow Anomalies. He needed to conserve his mass, so becoming empty in his two cores was an easy way to remain as big as his guests.. or bigger.

There was a featureless figure in front of each female for a moment, but they both began to alter dramatically, in different directions. The one in front of Nae grew a thick tail.. no, an abdomen! A slightly upward curved and rounded abdomen, just like the one Nae possessed. He also grew extra arms above his first ones, becoming insectine scythes.. he was becoming a mantis! He grew taller as more details came into place, making him quite the handsome male specimen of the geisha's species.

Meanwhile, in front of Sheba, much the same happened, as a tall, attractive male lycan materialized from the mucky man that her half of Anomaly had been. He had the same smooth skin and furred wolfen tail and ears as the pirate, as well as the same digitigrade legs with lupine paws. Much like the male mantis, the large lycan hadn't formed clothes.. but whereas the mantis' maleness would be tucked somewhere within his chitinous plates, the man in front of Sheba was on full display, although not erect. A respectable sized length hung over two plump orbs between the milky-white, muscular thighs.

"What do you think, ladies?" both versions of Anomaly asked in unison, in the same voice, sounding a bit like the disembodied voice from earlier, due to how it was once again spread out.

Having been peering at the male bug being created in front of her, Nae gasped when she pulled her eyes away to look at the result of Anomaly's transformation for Sheba, while the pirate herself had been making a low noise of approval before the mantis' interruption. The three other figures in the room turned to look at Nae and she looked back at all of them, momentarily at a loss for words. "I-- ... I think this is all very strange!" she cried, covering her face with her hands, as well as crossing her scythe-claws over them. The exclamation had come out all at a rush after her initial hesitation, having been too shy to speak her mind until pushed to the breaking point at that moment.

The two halves of Anomaly began to lose their detailed forms slightly as they were distracted. The offending manhood on Sheba's 'partner' melted away as the fake lycan male's legs liquified a bit and became a single column below his trim waist. The mantis male's many limbs began to drip from the tips of the spikes upon the scythes as well as from his fingers and 'petal-sleeves'.

"I'm sorry, Nae.." began the big bug boy to the bashful, blushing beauty, "Maybe I should explain about my services a bit more.." he paused, seeming distracted. Seemingly to resolve his small case of scatter-brain, the slimy pair both began to move toward one another, reaching out with arms that stretched out to link the single organism back together. He began speaking again as the unified limb that had been the two closest arms upon both the oozy mantis and lycan reeled the two hollow figures back together. "I offer relaxation of a more.. risque` sort, I must admit. I don't think of it as being out of the ordinary or otherwise offensive."

He continued to talk, even as the two bodies he had made out of his malleable mass merged and mixed once more, momentarily making a melange of the male forms he had created to suit the women present, appearing as a slightly buggy lycan before all the details melted away into the simple blank slate he had first appeared as. "I think it's the most natural thing, but I realize that such a point of view is due to my own unique situation or physiology. I mean, it's the way I was made. I live to please.." he stated, simply, seeming to trail off with something left unsaid. The audience to the alien being were not able to ponder the possibilities of their host's inner machinations stemming from that sentence due to a sudden distraction.

Thin sheets of goo shot up behind both of the girls as two thick cords of Anomaly's mass shot forward from his shoulders, shoving back both beautiful guests as gently as he could. They weren't the vague arms that still rested at his sides, they were just new branches of his versatile volume that he created to execute his spur-of-the-moment idea to better demonstrate his point. Having the new limbs launch forward was clearly easier than raising up the old ones.

The flat screens of slime were also stemming from the odd creature, but they had grown up from the tiled floor, extending from sneakily slithering rivulets of goo that had snuck forward from Anomaly's main puddle-base, right under and past the pair of females, through the grooves between the marble squares. These featureless blankets caught and comfortably cradled the mantis maiden and the lupine lycan, shifting to literally sweep them off their feet. Sheba's tail and Nae's abdomen were allowed to easily pass through the increasingly hammock-like traps and both received a lovely, but quick, massage before being left to hang below the viscous sheets.

Although the two of them both squirmed and struggled at first, they came to realize that they were not harmed, nor was anything attempting to hurt them. In fact, they felt rather nice. Aside from the light rippling they'd felt on their respective backsides, the slime that supported them wasn't doing anything. It was just.. relaxing. Like laying in the perfect bed, their legs and feet were immediately more comfortable, their backs soon following, even their necks feeling a wave of relief as the creamy material molded to their particular contours.

"Oh, this be pretty nice, actually.." murmured Sheba, looking around at what she had thought was some sort of trap. The geisha muttered a quiet agreement, but still wriggled a little, not sure how to take the idea of the strange male's body cupping her form so snugly.

Perhaps, if all Anomaly had to offer, though, were the perfect hammock-like beds, he might not have won the women over, but he had far more than just that.

Formed into curves that extended from the ceiling to the floor in long 'S'-like shapes, Sheba and Nae were resting in the somewhat level middle of the luxurious letters, which sagged with their weight, allowing them to be nestled in cozy nooks of the strange slime. The humanoid figure that Anomaly had been presenting himself as was gone, allowing him to focus more on the lively bedding he had constituted from himself.

Anomaly's voice reappeared, once again coming from all around them.. or at least seeping out from the sheets on which they lay. "I offer the greatest comforts and the most wonderful relaxation, as I said.." he said, having slipped back into the dreamier speech he had used to first introduce himself and his services. "And to put it delicately, sometimes it takes the care of a companion to be at our most comfortable and relaxed."

At that last line, a longing, lingering touch could be felt along their lower backs, as if someone had stepped up to the gooey hammocks and slid a palm against the bottom of the curving fold their forms lay in.. but there was no one there. "I also offer a less abstract service, which is that of cleaning.." Once more, as the slimy entity's voice trailed off, his mass made a move.

Manipulating the duo of damsels, each were nudged to look at a small stain each of them had on their clothes. Nae's kimono was home to a number of deposits of dried tea, albeit hidden and nearly impossible to see amongst the flowing designs. A flap of her silken garment was made to stand up, thanks to a strand of slime holding it from within. Meanwhile, the lapel of the Captain's coat had come alive as well, showing off a splatter of blood that the pirate's rapier had won for its master. Before their watching eyes, the stains were invaded by a pervasive portion of Anomaly's mass, which soaked into the fabrics to root out the offending molecules. The clothes were cleared, and the ooze could plainly be seen re-emerging from the sodden cloth, the dampness and the floating bits of tea or blood being taken away with the leaving, living liquid.

"..but of course, I like to think I clean more than just physical forms.. you might call it a way to get the dirtiness out of your spirit itself.. by engaging in that which one perceives as being too tawdry for their day-to-day lives. Expunging the filth by first divulging it, then getting it off.. of you."

The fluid fellow's philosophy was beginning to truly reveal itself to the rapt attention of his audience, but what really made the metamorphic male's meaning clearer than crystal was the last demonstration he gave. Simultaneously, several serpentine and slithering strands of slime slipped up from the surfaces of the slinky and sublime sofas upon which the women were waylaid. While the wiggling lengths looked like they had the potential for powerful lust, able to stroke or bind or thrust, they did nothing but sway like tall grass in a soft breeze.

Both figuratively grasping Anomaly's meaning and literally grasping at some of the nearby tendrils that had arisen, Sheba was as game as a girl could get, grinning and grinding her backside against the liquid bedding upon which she lay. "Why didn't ye just say so, slimy? Sounds like fun!"

Meanwhile, the mantis either did not or could not bring herself to properly understand the passionate proposal that the puddly person had put to her. "What do these silly feelers have to do with relaxation or cleansing?" she queried, confused, not seeing the swashbuckler's more mature maneuverings.

Seeing the insect's puzzlement, Anomaly retracted the multitude of limbs he had created around her, instead replacing them with two streams of slime that originated on either side of her. Both of them crept up over her sides to meet on her belly, using her front as the stage for a miniscule play. One of the tiny rivers reared up and formed a tiny mantis girl, while the other made itself into a larger male counterpart to the diminutive dame. The two acted as if they didn't notice the other for a moment until they locked eyes. With their gazes meeting, a cartoonish heart swung down from over Nae's head, arching over her to hover over the show on her belly, indicating just how much the miniature mantids felt about each other.

They rushed together to become a tangle of embracing arms, both adorable little abdomens waggling happily, the heart above them both growing larger. It swelled bigger still when the entangled love-struck actors upon the real mantid's belly began to topple into the more intimate regions of companionship, their bodies grinding together.

Anomaly allowed the cute couple to crash together with one last wet slap as they melted together, a smaller version of the slime-man's head developing from the heart which had hung over the 'stage' and grown quite sizable as the tiny rendezvous had accelerated. That new head spoke to Nae, asking, "Understand now, dear?"

From behind the raised hand that she had lifted to cover her scandalized and agape mouth, Nae nodded. "Yes, but I.. I can't.."

"Oh, stop ruining my dream, ye silly lass!" barked Sheba, who was leaning up out of her slimy hammock, hoping to hear the white-skinned geisha give in to her desires. The lycan was already using one hand to tug at the thin leather straps that held her tight, form-fitting bodice around her chest, the other hand clawing at her belt buckle, obviously raring to go.

Twisting around in her own spot, "Your dream?" repeated the bug-maiden, questioningly.

"Of course! This is just the sort of thing I'd dream up when Stuart, my first mate, is away on some boring business with Finlau.." she grinned, explaining, shimmying herself out of her loose pants, having whipped her belt free moments beforehand. "When all the queen's best servant-boys are gone, she goes a little wild!" Anyone that knew the captain would realize just how wild things had to be for the loopy lycan to think of them as being out of hand. Those who didn't know her would get a further clue to such a potently passionate personality as the departure of her pants revealed what had been previously hinted at by the visible, hip-hugging straps: a black thong, which she regularly wore underneath her grey leggings.. when she wore any underwear at all!

"Allow me, please, Sheba," Anomaly calmly said from behind her, the head that had just spoken to Nae having vanished, leaving his form without any human features once more. His voice had come from somewhere on the sheet where the pirate lay and referred to how the tendrils that surrounded the lycan moved to smoothly free her from her thong, a number of serpentine appendages worming between her chocolate-brown skin and the snug straps to slide them down.

Forcing herself to avert her eyes, Nae turned away to find another Anomaly-form ready to speak with her, helping to block out the lewd and excited noises Sheba was making on the other side of the small room. "She's not wrong, Nae, this isn't exactly real, from the point of view of your world. It's real while you're here, of course, but when you go back to your respective homes, this will seem like it never happened, like it was a dream you had. The rules you've lived by don't matter, just.. let me serve you, instead of you serving others for once, you poor girl."

The mantis was caught, her resolve weakened by both the idea of the unreality of her situation, and the desire to help the seemingly saddened slime-man.. and the simple fact of just how fabulous the fluid furniture felt to lay flat on only further undermined her inhibitions.

Continuing to explain, the gooey host created a random insectine face, which helped the snow-coloured bug to relate to his plight while he spoke. "I said, earlier, that I 'live to please', and I meant it.. because I also 'please to live'." He whispered the last portion of his statement, as he had inched himself closer to his geisha guest, his latest form flowing fluidly without needing to make any actual movements.

"What do you mean?" whispered the chitinous white woman, sensing something serious about the slimy specimen's candour.

"I mean that I survive off of the by-products of bathing.. well, the intimate sort of bathing I do. The fluids that normal people produce when in the throes of passion.. they sustain me," admitted Anomaly, just in time to appear distracted (and drippy once more, as a result). He uttered a soft 'mmm', as if sampling something tasty.

Nae pondered the puddle's plight and puzzled over his sudden faraway look. She twisted to peer over at Sheba's oozy hammock as she heard the pirate purring in pleasure as a gooey tendril threaded itself between her thighs, teasing her tight tunnel's entrance. One would have to assume that Anomaly was distracted by his more active guest.. and that perhaps he was getting a taste of the meal to come from the maniac mariner maiden.

As if on cue, the more commanding of the two girls sat up to stare sternly at the mantis, as if she knew of the bug's indecision. "Take it from a woman who's clearly had a lot more fun in life than you, lass.. you WANT to let this guy help you out!"

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A fantastic dream it was turning out to be, indeed, for the captain, who cavorted upon her cushy and creamy bed, seizing the slimy lengths that randomly formed and melted around her, squeezing the fun fluids between her fingers, tugging and stretching the invulnerable vines as they swarmed to pleasure her form. She was clad in only her coat at that point, but she found she didn't want to stop her play to remove it, especially due to how her new playmate could worm his feelers under the long, flowing garment, or soak right through the heavy red material to linger on her nigh flawless flesh.

Just as Sheba was pulling on a pair of lengths and forcing them more firmly against her feminine folds, trying to get them to also reach up to give her breasts some attention, something small and slimy nuzzled near her ear and whispered to her, covertly. "My almighty captain, I require your help. Your fun could perhaps be ruined by the reluctance of your fellow guest! Could you help me convince her to join in?" There was a pause as the voice, Anomaly, of course, took a moment to create and extend two proper hands to caress the lycan's chest, giving her the exact stimulation for which she had been yearning. As the pair of pliable extremities cupped and fondled and stroked her sensitive bosom, each finger was like the tender tentacles that Sheba had been enjoying so much, writhing of its own accord against the soft skin of her sizable swells in the greater framework of marvellously manipulating hands.

While the mushy male massaged the so-called monarch's mammaries, he added, "Without the threat of violence, please.." hoping his expert touch had soothed the sometimes savage seafarer.

Muttering her agreement, Sheba found herself being pressed upwards, aided in the act of sitting up. She turned to stare sternly at the mantis, already knowing about the indecision that was plain on her pale face. The lycan smirked, licking her lips at the ease she perceived in swaying the shy girl, commanding her with what she thought was absolute authority: "Take it from a woman who's clearly had a lot more fun in life than you, lass.. you WANT to let this guy help you out!"

~

A heavy gulp and a nod accompanied by a timid smile signalled the geisha's long-awaited approval for the adult activities around her. She found the 'tall grass' that had surrounded her earlier growing back into place quickly, before it began to do more than just sway in an imaginary wind. Several stalks spiralled around her limbs and lavished her with liquid-based and lustful strokes. Quickly, her kimono was undone and a number of the slippery snake-like objects slid inside to... 'clean' her body more easily.

At the same time, Sheba's experience stepped itself up, thicker and stronger lengths jostling her lithe body around, grinding frictionlessly over her skin to plunge her deeper and deeper into bliss.. as well as cleaning her form. Anomaly stripped away the salty residue of the sea and life on a ship as she urged him onward, grabbing new, thicker tendrils to smash them together, merging them into a more massive molester for her own body.

With such encouragement, Anomaly's restraint as regards to the mantis in his care started to slip, the dual tasks of gentle and forceful 'relaxation techniques' beginning to blend together, as often happened to the details on Anomaly's forms when he was over-busy with other thoughts. So it was that the style he was applying to the more controlling of his charges seeped into the way he was handling the less vocal of the two.

In layman's terms: Thanks to Sheba, Nae got a bit more man-handling than she might have, had she been alone.

It didn't take long for the 'beds' to dissolve away, leaving the ladies supported by little more than a complex web of more dense and deviant appendages that delved into their desirous depths. A plethora of probing branches stemmed from a central pool in the middle of the floor, like a perverse tree that was all canopy and no trunk. A thick trunk did soon appear, though, as Anomaly reformed his simple legless humanoid shape out of the large puddle, growing upwards in the midst of the roots of the ravaging, viscous vines. He made no effort to keep his form solid in appearance or to make any features aside from a smiling mouth and a pair of semi-solid, dripping arms that rose up to sway through the air as if he was conducting an orchestra, his fingers wiggling in delight as he was treated to the sweet flavour of the fluids flowing from his two beautiful guests.

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Being held slightly higher up than the mantis, the wild werewolf was still tugging on a tendril when she received what she had been hoping for, a few oozing lengths that spiralled around and spread her already eagerly open legs and a few more that shot into both her sex and her tailhole. Both entrances to the jolly pirate's booty had been, in her opinion, lubricated quite enough already by the near constant foreplay to both areas. 'Slime doesn't really need any preparation, anyway!' she thought to herself as she rode happily on the squirming intrusions, thinking of her pythonic paramour's powerful penetrations. She tugged on the tentacle in her grip like the rein on a steed and demanded a bigger bone. Typical canine.

Nevertheless, Anomaly granted her greedy request, plumping the poles in both her holes to the point where the female's flesh was forcing the thrusting fluid to compress upon entry, due to his inability to combat the strength of a solid being's bodily resistance. The example he had given with the fake sword came to mind. He couldn't compare to the solidity and brute force of the lycan's less liquid lover(s), but he could do more than just impale with intensity, and intended to do just that.

A loud gasp rang out.

~

Only a few seconds had passed since Nae's comfortable hammock was melted away, leaving her held up in the air by a few scant strands of strong slime. She had wound up facing the floor, belly down, so she could see when Anomaly rose up and lifted his hands to wiggle his fingers. 'What an odd way to wave', the insect thought to herself as she attempted to return the strange gesture. Instead of wiggling her fingers back at the strange, slimy creature, Nae's fists clenched in a soft struggle, thanks to the viscous tendrils that whipped up and around all four of her upper limbs, adding to the supporting web already on her torso, but also binding her complex chitinous form.

The formerly gentle branches of ooze that stemmed from Anomaly's main puddle and encircled the mantid's legs began to get all the more rigid as a handful of branches were born around the bug's bottom. They slathered themselves over Nae's thighs, bathing her body in the creamy goo, peeling away both layers of sweat and tears, but also penetrating to the timid female's long dormant senses of sensuality, awakening what little libido she had and urging it to grow.. all without actually penetrating the pristine patch of her pearly pussy plates.

Said seldom seen spot of the geisha's flawless form had just been revealed by the reaching, wrapping and ever-writhing multitude of limbs generated by the giddy Anomaly, lifting up the normally downward hanging portions of her long robe of a garment to show off her backside, not to mention her abdomen. Two flowing strands of the sticky goop curled around behind the insect, ready and waiting to ream and clean the orchid mantis of any and all undue stress or dirtiness. If someone had been looking, they would have to judge the pair of poised probes as appropriately sized for the smaller of the slime-sire's guests.

While the twin tentacles waited for their creator to finish focusing his efforts on the handful that was the lycan, a plethora of other slimy vines grew over Nae, under her kimono, shifting and slithering over her in different ways, a net of vein-like goo strands pulsing over her, keeping her pleasured and nicely massaged. The long praying mantis abdomen twitched and flexed with the sensations running rampant over the rest of the body it was attached to. These twitches caused the tapering cylindrical segment of the bug to brush against the side of one of the waiting lengths.. and while both prepared tendril-tips stayed where they were, a large amount of the liquid latched onto the abdomen, rushing out to coat a thick cross-section of the big bug backside before detaching itself.

It was a heavy layer of the translucent fluid, formed into a wide band around about one fifth of Nae's abdomen.. and it began to pump up and down, running itself back and forth along the then shivering and quaking tail-like extremity, stimulating and, as always, cleaning the woman's form.

Around that time, Sheba had been driving Anomaly to distraction, and the pulsing web around Nae got even more vigorous, as well as the tightening band on her abdomen. She tugged on her arms and legs in vain, unable to move as she watched in silence as the pirate demanded more of Anomaly's efforts. As the captain called out for larger playthings, Anomaly unknowingly also increased the pair of nicely matched maleness substitutes he had forgotten, behind Nae. Bigger and bigger they swelled, all thanks to Sheba's lusts and Anomaly's very busy brain. They even grew after the boisterous blob boy had begun to use the huge strands of slime on the scurvy sea-dog, expanding to impossible sizes, especially for the under-experienced Nae.

Nevertheless, an errant thought reminded Anomaly to continue his play with the mantis maiden and he turned to her, planning to pick up where he thought he had left off.

Where he left off wasn't quite where he thought, but he still remembered to ram the dick-like duo of tendrils into the geisha's sex and tailhole.

A loud gasp rang out.

~

The gasp belonged to Nae.

The gasp belonged to Sheba.

The gasp belonged to Anomaly.

All of them cried out at once.. Nae did so, for obvious reasons, as her rump was crammed full of the phallic-formed fluids. They were each almost as big as one of her thighs, so it was to be expected when they compressed to a large extent, as well as immediately began to experience back-flow, gallons of goo rushing out of the two widely stretched orifices as the maximum amount of Anomaly 'meat' was squeezed, squished and sloshed into the insect's sweet, sensitive secret spots.

The raven-haired entertainer rocked hard within her restraints, bucking her whole body hard enough to stretch some of the slimy bindings around her form, loud groans turning to soft, muffled moans as a salty strand of ooze is stuffed into her mouth. As she suckles on the warm, sticky liquid, her body sails toward climax, sure to arrive in mere seconds.

Sheba and Anomaly had gasped due to the sight of the preposterous poles they saw stabbing into the nexus of Nae's nether regions. While Anomaly was merely surprised, though, Captain Windstorm was shocked at how much the vision of such a thing aroused her, shoving her already steady climb toward orgasm into over-drive. She closed her eyes, imagining how big the male who could have owned those monster cocks would have had to have been! She pictured a huge, hulking lizardman looming over the mantis, in her mind's eye, and she exploded with the fury of her ship's cannons into Anomaly's slick intrusions.

Anomaly felt both females arching in pleasure, bliss blossoming in their bodies.. he knew he would taste their succulent innermost juices in nanoseconds.. his own body would react to their sensual output, absorbing the material they provided. His fluid form would claim it on a molecular level, modifying the product of their climaxes in a similarly euphoric rush as his form would grow just a bit larger. His senses would burn with a sort of pleasure that would be alien to us, where the absorbed liquids became his in a cascading chain reaction of microscopic metamorphosis.

That's how he fed himself, that's how he achieved his own 'special relaxation', just as he was giving to the girls. It would all happen in no time at all.

~

Anomaly never got to feel the sweet rush of what he had been dreaming would be a rather hefty harvest of feminine fluids.. but that was the problem, he had been dreaming the entire escapade.

The formless puddle of mush that filled the bottom inches of an old-fashioned, claw-footed bathtub suddenly burst with a form that couldn't possibly have been hidden in or under the small amount of slime. After being created out of a column of creamy ooze that shot straight up from the surface of the previously placid muck, an upper body leaned on the edge of the smooth white porcelain, the lower form of the goo-guy not formed at all.

Anomaly sighed, of course it was a dream. He had never had all that mass to throw around, his real self didn't have all the fluid needed to do all the fancy tricks his subconscious mind had dreamt up! He busied himself with creeping some of his mass up to the rounded lip of the white basin and then down over the edges of the tub, those parts starting to drip and flow naturally as he thought back over the dream.

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He also should have known that two hot fictional characters getting intimate with one's self was typically a sign that the lucky nobody was in a fantasy of SOME kind. He needed to stop looking at WhiteMantis' art before bed.

Still, he was happy to have had the dream, it gave him good ideas for this and that.. and the simple memory of serving two amazing beauties was enough to keep him happy for days to come, until he could find a real customer to 'relax'.

--The End

Anomaly copyright to Amethystine

Sheba Windstorm copyright to WhiteMantis

Nae copyright to WhiteMantis