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As a kid, I grew up hearing countless stories about a faraway place full of all sorts of wonders. My dad loved to tell my sister and I all about this mysterious planet. He told us about the massive gooey sea that covered a vast majority of the planet, even more so than Earth's oceans. He told us about all of the mysterious ruins that could be found dotting the planet's surface. He told us of the landscape; everything from the dried up coral reef that used to be submerged millions of years ago, to the massive quarry filled with rare minerals.

But more often than anything else, he told us about the planet's mysterious denizens: the slimes.

Every night before we went to bed my dad would fill our heads with all sorts of stories about the slimes and how they behaved. He told us about the Tabby slimes and their playful, bouncy nature. He taught us about the Honey Slimes and their amazingly sweet plorts. He even told us about the Rad slimes and their big huge force fields of nope.

Every night my father would bring us into this world of mystery and wonder with him, in our imaginations. So, naturally, it didn't take long for my sister and I to develop a lifelong obsession.

Big sis, as I call her occasionally, quickly became obsessed with the stories of slime ranchers: people who stake a living on the Far Far Range by farming slimes for their plorts, which can then be sold on the plort market for varying amounts of Newbucks. For her it was a dream job; she would get to mingle with the wonderful little creatures her and I had daydreamed about our entire childhoods, and make money at the same time. Not to mention she's always been very gritty and appreciates the value of hard work, thus the rancher's life would suit her perfectly.

I, on the other hand, grew up with a very analytical and observant mind. Therefore, while big sis latched on to the rancher lifestyle, I latched on to the scientific aspect of slimes.

It didn't take long for me to start asking all sorts of questions about the slimes and their behavior, some of which my dad hadn't even thought about before. The slimes were so intriguing and interesting, and yet there were so many questions about them that had yet to be answered! My curiosity held no bounds, so when I realized how many questions of mine didn't have an answer yet, I vowed to find those answers out for myself. I didn't care how long it would take; I was determined to sate my unending curiosity about slimes one day.

Thus, when I was 19 and big sis was 22, we set out together for the Far Far Range; her to care for slimes as a slime rancher, and me to study what makes them tick as a slime biologist. We ended up taking the same flight together for obvious reasons. One year in cryo sleep later, we woke up and stood side by side at the starboard window, gazing upon the planet that our father had told us all about years ago.

The Far Far Range.

I couldn't begin to describe how happy sis and I were when we saw our first slime. I remember it clearly to this day; it was a Pink slime, with an adorable little cartoony face, just like in dad's stories. I was immediately intrigued at how it seemed to lack the basic fight-or-flight instincts that wild animals always have. Instead of attacking or running away as I expected, it instead wandered over to us! Big sis, the more courageous one out of the two of us, bent down at the knees to get on its level. The smile on her face was so bright it could have melted a steel beam.

She held out her hand.

I held my breath as the slime slowly approached her hand with a neutral expression on its flat little face.

Finally its head bumped lightly into the palm of her hand, at which point she immediately started petting it over the top of its head. The flat little line where its mouth was almost immediately grew into a massive smile. She looked up at me with a shared look of amazement and elation, then quickly looked back as the slime made a particularly happy cry and nuzzled into her hand.

She then picked it up, cradled it in both arms and walked onward, me following closely behind with an amazed smile. It didn't take long after that for us to find the ranch that we'd miraculously managed to purchase at a fraction of its total value. We spent the whole day tidying up as much as we could, setting up our first coral, and adopting and naming our first slime, the one big sis found earlier that same day.

We named her Martha.

It's been three months since then. In that time, big sis has made a STARTLINGLY huge amount of progress on the farm. We've managed to set up four slime corrals with all the works put into them (music boxes, high walls, auto-feeders, etc.), two gardens, and a couple of chicken coops as well. We were almost completely self-sustaining, with big sis only having to go out on the range a few times a week in order to gather food for all of our slimes.

Speaking of the slimes, we had quite the assortment at the moment. One corral was reserved specifically for Martha, who would always hold a special place in our hearts. Another held 8 tabbies, the next held 8 honeys, and the last had 6 phosphors. We'd decided not to make any largos until we had a better foothold in the range.

And that leads us to last week. I was currently in the tabby corral, leaning up against the corner pillar furthest from the farmhouse, facing towards it. I was sitting down, with my laptop resting on my crossed legs, finishing up a blueprint. Or, rather, trying to finish up a blueprint.

As it turns out, tabby slimes are just as disruptive to office work as their earthly counterparts are.

Every thirty seconds or so I'd have to gently brush one off my keyboard so I could keep working. Tabby slimes behave eerily similar to how cats behaved back on earth. The thought always brings a smile to my face.

“Hey Adam! Mind helpin' me with the hen hen feed?"

I look over at my sister, walking over from the silo next to the farmhouse, two large bags of corn feed in each arm.

“Yeah, sure Beatrix, hang on a sec."

Yeah, by the way, my sister's name is Beatrix Lebeau, and my name is Adam.

I folded my laptop and carried it under my left arm as I stood up, having to dislodge the tabbies from my shoulders and lap. They made a few little startled noises, and the occasional “Weee!" as I set them on the ground. At this point they had all figured out that I was leaving, and had started jumping against me, giving out mournful little squeaks. It made it hard to get out without stepping on any of them, but I managed. It wouldn't hurt them if I stepped on them, of course, being made of slime and all, but it's the thought that counts.

I eventually made it out of the corral and walked over to Beatrix, meeting her halfway. She made an annoyed little scrunchy face as I approached.

“Why do you insist on letting those little scoundrels hop all over you? You're a mess, as usual!"

I looked down at my body, and cringed. She was right, I had grey slime all over my shirt and pants.

“I know that, Beatrix. But I don't mind it for the same reason we don't mind dogs licking us; it's their way of saying they love us."

She laughed and said “Well they must love you a whole hell of a lot, 'cause you're drenched!"

I laughed with her without replying, reaching out and taking a bag of feed with my right arm. She then gave me a nod and a smile, which I returned, before we began our walk over to the hen hen coops.

“You didn't answer my question, you know." Beatrix suddenly said on our way to the coops.

I looked at her, confused. “Which one?" I asked.

“Why do you always hang out with those little guys? I mean, it'd be one thing if you did that with all of the slimes, but why just the tabbies?"

I smiled as I thought for a moment.

“You know why, Beatrix. They like me and I like them."

I wasn't lying. For some reason I've always held a special bond with the tabbies. Sure I get along well with the other slimes (except for the phosphors. There's no way they like me; they give me WAAAY too much trouble), but the tabbies always seemed to favor me for some reason.

The very first one we caught, which we named Brother Sum on account of the unique little addition symbol on the top of his head, refused to leave my arms for a solid thirty minutes. Every time I tried it would give out a mournful little keen and I just didn't have the heart to put it down. He must have spread the word about me, because every tabby we've caught since then always treats me the same way as that first one. They're very snuggly, and oh-so adorable. Thus, I've made a point to do my work in their corral as much as possible, messy clothes be damned. You'd be surprised how much snuggling with tabbies can help your focus.

Beatrix looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a mischevious little smile on her face. “That's putting it lightly, Adam. Those things are practically smitten with you! I ain't never seen anything like it."

I got a little embarrassed at this point, looking down at the ground as we walked. “Well, it does help with my research, I'll tell you that for free."

“How so?" She asked me.

“Well, they help my brain focus. Don't ask why, because I couldn't tell you. Plus they give me inspiration."

“Oh yeah?" She asked, “Like what?"

“Like today, when I started daydreaming about tabby gordo slimes, and what it'd be like to see one form. Then I started thinking about something that could lure a gordo into a certain spot, or force a gordo to form. And now, I've actually got a strong blueprint to go off of!" I waved my laptop in the air at the last part."

“Wait, so you're trying to design something to catch gordos with?" Beatrix asked me with a surprised smile. By this point we had reached the coops and were emptying our respective feed bags into the pens.

“Yep! And I'm already far enough to know that it can be done! Once I've got it all hammered out I'll upload it to the Builder's Shop for you."

“Wow, that's awesome, Adam! Thanks!" Beatrix said with a massive grin as we finished dumping our bags and began walking back to the house.

I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly bashful. “Eh, don't worry about it." I replied with a shy grin.

We walked back to the house in a companionable silence, dumping our empty feed bags into the incinerator as we went. As I turned to go back to the tabby corral, Beatrix stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Adam, I have to go out for more cuberries. Will you be alright?"

I sighed. Beatrix always did play the protective older sister role a lot. And while I do appreciate it, it does get kind of old after a while.

“Beatrix, for the last time, I'll be fine. I'm not a little kid anymore." I replied with slight annoyance.

“I know, Adam. It's just... I can't help but worry about you, you know? I mean, what if a tarr wanders into the ranch while I'm gone? What if a stray plort finds itself in another corral? What if the slimes suddenly turn on you? Or-“

I could tell she was working herself into a frenzy, so I quickly put my hands on the side of her head and looked her straight in the eyes.

“Beatrix!" I shouted. I managed to break through her worry, because she quickly stopped rambling and focused on me. “Breathe, alright? Everything's gonna be fine."

She looked down to the ground. “Promise?" She asked me.

“I promise. I won't leave you, Beatrix. You can take that to the bank."

She continued to look down at the ground for a moment, before she took a deep breath and looked back up at me, a small smirk on her face.

“Thanks, Adam. You're really good at cheering people up, you know that?"

I grinned back and replied “As a matter of fact, yes I do know that. You sure say it often enough."

We both shared a hearty laugh at that. I gave her one last pat on the shoulder, then turned to walk back to the tabbies, calling over my shoulder as I went. “See you later, Big Sis!"

“Later, Little Bro!" She called as she turned to walk out of the ranch, Vacpack slung over her shoulder.

I watched her leave with a smile on my face as I approached the corral. The slimes quickly noticed my approach and all immediately perked up with massive grins, crying out in joy and excitement as they jumped against the corral wall at me.

My smile could have lit a torch as I stepped through the wall and was instantly bombarded by happy little goo missiles.

“Ack! Oof! Jeez guys, you're REALLY rambunctious today!" I called out as I sat in my usual corner and was almost immediately dog-piled by all eight slimes at once. I started laughing uncontrollably as they nuzzled into me, two on either side of my ribs, one on each shoulder nuzzling my cheeks, and a couple on my lap, fighting for the best position. The other two I held against my chest after setting my laptop aside, too focused on cuddling to work at the moment.

My laughing calmed down as they did. I sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment with my little buddies. Their constant nuzzling eventually relaxed me enough to where I started yawning. I figured there wasn't any harm in taking a small nap while I waited for Beatrix to return. After all, I could always finish that blueprint later. I adjusted my recline for maximum comfort, being careful not to disturb my friends too much, and relaxed every muscle in my body, slowly drifting to sleep.

I have no idea how long I was out. All I know is that I was suddenly and rudely awakened by something rather soft landing on top of my head. It took me a moment to realize it was moving.

And clucking.

My eyes sprang open in annoyance as I reached up and plucked the hen hen off my head. It must have been shot out of the auto-feeder, which was on the pillar across from me. Sure enough, I looked around and noticed a few other hen hens slowly falling to the ground, flapping their wings to aid their descent. Even as they approached the ground I noticed the slimes (which were still all over me at this point) perk up at the sight of them, then slowly move off me and towards the middle of the corral, where the hen hens were falling. The slimes' eyes were glued to the falling birds, who had noticed the predators beneath them at this point and had started to panic. It didn't help them much, though, because they were about two feet off the ground by the time the tabbies started leaping up towards them, catching them in their open mouths well before they had a chance to prevent their fate.

As one of the lucky slimes came down from its jump it landed facing me. The hen hen's legs were still sticking out from between the tabby's gummy lips. I watched as the slime opened its mouth wide, revealing the hen hen still alive and struggling to free itself, before the slime lurched forward, bringing the bird's legs inside its mouth and clamping its lips shut behind it.

I could still see the hen hen's outline for a few seconds after it was swallowed. I watched as the churning insides of the slime worked its mysterious magic on the bird, causing its struggles to slowly weaken before stopping altogether. I continued to watch as the hen hen's outline slowly started merging with that of the slime, and before I knew it I couldn't see it anymore. It had been fully absorbed by the slime.

It was at this point the slime stopped churning and opened its eyes as it emitted a rather cheerful “bling" noise, a single tabby plort popping out of the slime's side.

No matter how many times I saw that happen, I would never get bored of it. Of course, the experience is always slightly dampened by the thought that I just watched something die, but the thought is never enough to ruin it for me. After all, that's just the way nature works on the Far Far Range.

I was interrupted from my daydreaming by the feeling of a slime plopping down on my lap, followed by a small nudge on my belly. I looked down at the little guy, noticing the little plus sign on the top of his head, between his ears.

“Hey, Brother Sum!" I said with a smile on my face as I reached down and patted him on his plus, his eyes closing briefly in contentment. “Need something?"

He opened his eyes and locked them firmly on the hen hen I held in the crook of my left arm. He gave a little whimpery cry and nudged my arm, almost causing me to lose my grip on the bird.

“Aww, you want something to eat?" I asked him. He gave off a happy squeak and bounced in place.

I smiled and held the bird out to him, resting it on the palm of my hand. I made sure it was facing towards me so it didn't see the slime approaching from behind. The bird had just enough time to cock its head to the side and let out a single squawk at me before the slime suddenly engulfed it all in one bite.

However, there was one problem that I hadn't thought about. Since the bird was resting on top of my hand when the slime snagged it, my hand got taken into its mouth as well.

I froze, wide-eyed with fear. This had never happened before. Would my hand be instantly churned and digested? Would my forearm be made into an innocent looking plort on the ground?

As I tried and failed to pull my hand out of Brother Sum's gooey mouth, I felt as his tongue scooped the hen hen off of my hand and grazed my palm in the process. Suddenly his eyes, which had closed as he savored the delicious bird, popped open in surprise. As the hen hen disappeared into his body and a plort popped out of his back he slowly brought his tongue across my hand, giving it a particularly slimy lick across the top. I watched as his eyes slowly grew MUCH larger than normal, gaining a shiny, happy sheen to them. His smile grew to the intensity of the sun, and probably would have grown larger if he had been able to open his mouth.

But as things were, he wasn't yet ready to relinquish his newfound treat. Instead, he began employing a VERY powerful suction on my hand, sucking in my arm up to just past my elbow before I could react. I started desperately tugging my arm out of his gullet, making a small amount of progress with each tug. His tongue, which was way longer than I thought, was going crazy at this point, practically bathing my arm in thick saliva as it swiped itself across every inch of skin it could find, and even slithering out of his mouth to coil and lick around my upper arm. I stood up and walked to the middle of the corral at this point, trying to get more room to work with. I noticed out of the corner of my eyes that all the slimes had finished their meals, and were silently watching Brother Sum and I battle over my hand.

After a minute of playing tug-of-war with my damn arm, my hand finally popped out of the tight suction of his mouth, almost causing me to fall over. I stood there for a second, breathing heavily, watching Brother Sum give a sad cry at the loss of his treat. He stared up at me for a second or two longer, then turned and went to mingle with the rest of his comrades. I slowly walked around him, still on edge from what might have been a near-death experience, and sat back down in my corner, grabbing my laptop from the ground. I turned it back on and made my way into my research notes, beginning to catalogue the events that had just transpired.

I'm the kind of guy who gets VERY focused when I'm in the zone. As such, while I started working, I failed to notice Brother Sum widen his eyes in a “eureka" sort of moment, then give out a squeak, getting all the other tabbies' attentions. All of them then huddled in the center of the corral, whispering in borderline silent squeaks.

I was almost halfway through my recollection when I suddenly became aware of a rather conspicuous silence. Normally the tabbies would be wandering, jumping, generally causing a ruckus with their endless energy. But at the moment I couldn't hear anything from them, except for soft whispering coming from the center of-

Wait, I thought, WHISPERING?!

I immediately closed my laptop to observe the rest of the corral. My jaw dropped open at the sight of the tabbies huddled in a small circle at the center of the corral, whispering to each other conspiratorially.

One of the tabbies on the right side of the circle happened to glance up at me at that moment, eyes widening as it noticed me staring at them. It gave a sharp cry, causing all the others to immediately shut up and swivel around to stare at me. I felt kind of awkward in that moment, being stared at by eight slimes simultaneously. They then gradually meandered away from the huddle, acting as if I didn't just catch them whispering about something they obviously didn't want me to know about.

As much as my self-preservation instincts were screaming at me to leave, I felt an even stronger need to type out what I had just witnessed, as I had never seen anything like it. I hurriedly opened my laptop once again, navigating back to my notes and starting a new document, beginning to type out the slimes' unique behavior.

I didn't even make it past the title.

As I began typing out the serial number for the current document I hear a very distinctive “shiny" noise, which I immediately recognized as the noise a slime makes when it eats a plort and becomes a largo. I closed my laptop once again to find a rather large tabby slime in the center of the corral, staring at me with its usual kitty smile. It was about the size of a largo, but it wasn't a largo. A largo is always a combination of two different types of slimes. This, however, was a plain old tabby slime, albeit twice the size of a normal tabby.

Even as I stared, eyes wide and mouth slightly gaping, another tabby pressed into the largo's side and slowly sunk into it until finally, with a slight pop and another shiny noise, the smaller tabby vanished into the largo and the largo became triple the size of a normal tabby. It was now twice my height while I was sitting down.

This cycle continued. Five more times until pretty soon the eighth and final tabby pressed into the side of the significantly large tabby and merged with it, causing the slime to grow so large it almost filled up the entire corral. It almost touched the walls on all sides, but didn't seep into the corners, lucky for me.

I couldn't believe it. The tabby slimes had all combined into one massive slime.

A gordo slime.

The irony that I was just thinking about how cool it would be to witness this phenomenon earlier that day was not lost on me in that moment, though it definitely took a backseat to the thought that I was now in a corral with a gordo slime.

Alone.

The gordo was still staring at me with that silly little cat smile, though now that the it was twice my height and about 20 times my body mass it was more intimidating than cute.

As we stared at each other I couldn't help but notice it had Brother Sum's plus on the top of its head. I wasn't able to deliberate what this could mean as I was too high strung, staying completely still and ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.

The gordo stood almost as still as me, gently swaying back and forth as slimes normally do, smiling away at me.

The instant its mouth opened into a VERY wide grin, revealing his red mouth and pink tongue, I jumped to my feet and made a lunge for the wall.

Unfortunately I wasn't fast enough.

My torso managed to clear the corral walls, but before my lower half could make it through my left leg was coiled by something wet and squishy. I fell to the ground, the wind getting knocked out of me slightly, and turned over onto my back to see what had happened.

Its tongue had coiled around my ankle and slithered up to my knee! And now it was retracting!

I wasted no time in struggling for my life, because as far as I knew that was EXACTLY what was at stake. I reached down to attempt to pry the slimy tongue off my calf, but I might as well have been trying to wrestle a fish; the tongue was too slippery for me to get a hold of, yet strong enough to keep its grip on my leg and pull it into its waiting mouth.

As I lay there, desperately trying to escape my fate, my mind wandered to the hen hens I had seen getting eaten less than an hour ago.

Is this what it feels like? I thought, is this how it feels to be completely helpless while something much stronger than you swallows you whole and alive for nothing more than nourishment? Is that all it thinks of me? That I'm worth nothing more than food? The sound of my desperate sobs filled the air as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. In that moment I could empathize with the hen hens that Beatrix and I had been feeding to the slimes all this time. And I felt like the scum of the earth, because it was NOT a good feeling.

At this point I was fully back inside of the corral, in my corner once again. My feet were only about a foot away from the gordo's body. Now completely desperate, I reached behind me to grab onto the corner pillar with both hands in an attempt to prevent my doom. Despite my best efforts, my leg was slowly raised into the air and drawn into the gordo's open mouth, my grip on the pillar slipping bit by bit. I was openly sobbing and yelling at this point, scared out of my mind.

The gordo suddenly closed its mouth over my left foot, its gummy, soft lips pressing inexorably into my ankle. Its tongue suddenly went berserk in an attempt to lick every inch of my skin, only for it to suddenly stop when it realized it only tasted cloth.

It gave an annoyed grunt around my trapped foot as I continued trying to yank my leg out of its grip, to absolutely no avail. The slime then brought its tongue to my ankle and slipped it into the shoe's opening, slowly pulling it off my foot. A moment afterwards it was lost somewhere in the slime's mouth.

Until a second later, when the shoe suddenly popped out of the slime's side like a plort, minus the sound.

The slime then repeated this process with my left sock until it was on the ground next to my shoe, then proceeded to lather my foot in saliva. It tickled like nothing I've ever felt before, causing me to lose my grip on the pillar amongst the horrible combination of laughter and sobbing.

At this point the gordo reached its tongue out of its mouth once again, this time coiling around both of my legs, bringing my right foot into its mouth. It repeated the same process, using its surprisingly dexterous tongue to pull my shoe and sock off.

It then reached its tongue outside the mouth once again to coil around my legs, slowly bringing them inside. I was beginning to tire out at this point, but continued to struggle, hoping against hope that I would start to tire him out as well with my struggling. Somewhere in the back of my brain my scientific mind told me that they couldn't physically tire out in the sense that we could, but my primal, instinctive mind didn't give a single care and was trying everything it could to escape its predicament.

My legs were slowly and inescapably drawn into its mouth bit by bit until finally its lips were firmly sealed around my belly. Its lips were creating such a tight seal it was bunching my shirt up around my chest. I could feel its tongue worm its way into my waist band (outside my boxers thank god), and down my right pant leg. Using the same technique as my socks the tongue slowly worked my pants off my legs and deposited them in a lump on top of my shoes and socks.

As soon as my pants popped out of its side the gordo resumed devouring me, licking every inch of my body it could find all the while. Once its lips touched the base of my ribcage it pursed them and began employing a strong suction to pull my body the rest of the way in, slowly sucking my torso up like a wet noodle.

Oh god, I thought as my sobbing reached a crescendo, I'm going to die.

As the gordo's lips slowly climbed over my chest, bunching my shirt up to my armpits in the process, I looked up into its closed eyes with a pleading expression on my face. There was one thing I hadn't tried yet, mainly because I knew it wouldn't work. I took a shuddering breath and whispered to it.

“Please…"

It must have heard something in my voice because its eyes immediately popped open and focused on my face. All activity almost instantly ceased; the tongue stopped dead in its tracks in the middle of a swipe across my chest, the sucking motions stopped, my descent into its mouth stopped. Everything was suddenly deathly still, the transition jarring my senses.

I stared up into its right eye, my hands on its upper lip, still sobbing and crying in mortal fear. As the gordo's eyes scanned over my face they began to grow in size, and become shinier, almost as if they were beginning to fill with tears. Then its nonexistent eyebrows rose, causing its eyes to crease in an unmistakably sad fashion.

My sobs had started to cease at this point, being replaced with confusion. Why had it stopped? Why did it look sad? It obviously didn't care about me, otherwise it wouldn't be eating me for nourishment, so why was it so sad? Even as these thoughts ran through my head I watched as a single, thick tear ran out of its right eye, down to the corner of its lips. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something rubbing against my left cheek. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that it was using its tongue to taste my cheek-

No, I thought in growing realization, not tasting… it's rubbing my cheek… Almost like it's…

Nuzzling me.

And suddenly, I understood.

This wasn't a whole new slime, with a whole new personality like I had initially assumed.

It was still Brother Sum and all of my little buddies.

I had no idea why they were doing this, but one thing became readily apparent to me in that instant.

They weren't doing this to hurt me.

As soon as this though ran through my head I relaxed IMMENSELY. I stopped crying and instead stared up at their right eye with an astonished, teary-eyed grin on my face. Not knowing how else to convey my feelings in that moment, I curled my torso upwards, as if I was doing a crunch, and hugged as much of them as I could, planting a soft, emotion-filled peck above their upper lip.

I couldn't see their face, but I could tell they felt the same intense love and affection I did because they let out a high pitched, happy cry around my torso, and wrapped their tongue around my neck like a squishy scarf before bringing it back around to nuzzle into my cheek again.

I started crying again, but this time for a much better reason.

They then drew their tongue back into their mouth and started sucking me in again, getting up to my shoulders in a matter of moments. Though I no longer struggled, I was still nervous. After all, my intuition had been wrong before, what if it was wrong now? What if I was reading the situation completely wrong, and they really DID mean to kill me? These thoughts caused my fear to rise up again, but not nearly as badly as before. My shirt was becoming a nuisance at this point so I took it off and managed to perfectly throw it on top of the pile of clothes that had already formed.

After I threw my shirt away the slimes had reached my neck, my arms still outside its body. I bent them downward and tucked them inside the lips, fully committed to my fate now, whatever it may be. With one final, strong bout of suction, my head was pulled inside their mouth, all contact with the outside world officially gone.

The tongue wasted no time slathering itself all over my face and neck, getting the last bit of flavor off me, the slimes making a happy moan that resonated throughout my whole body on its way out of the mouth. After they had had their fill of my taste, I didn't spend much longer in their mouth. I suddenly felt my legs get completely surrounded by slime all at once, looking down I saw they'd been absorbed into the slimy wall at the back of their mouth. My anxiety once again reared its ugly head, and I ruthlessly squashed it down, reasoning that there was no point worrying at this point. Whatever happens, happens.

Their throat, I guess you could call it, worked MUCH faster than their mouth did in bringing me inside it. In less than fifteen seconds my legs had been entirely absorbed into the bulk of the slimes, followed by my waist, then my belly, then my torso, until finally all that was left in the mouth was my head, my arms down next to my body.

I was hit by an uncontrollable amount of anxiety at this point, closing my eyes and beginning to panic and hyperventilate, no matter how much I tried to tell myself I'd be fine. Out of nowhere I felt their tongue press against my right cheek, applying a minute suction and slowly drawing back until it dislodged with a wet smack.

My eyes widened. Did they just reassure me with a peck on the cheek? I thought bemusedly. Whatever they did, it worked, because I immediately calmed down as I was slowly drawn into the gooey slime the rest of the way, starting with my chin, then my lips as I took and held a deep breath instinctively, then my nose, my eyes which I closed because I have no idea what slime would be like if it got in your eyes, until finally the slime crept over the top of my head, completely submerging me in the bulk of the massive compilation of slimes.

I sat there for a moment, doing nothing but wonder what would happen next. It didn't take long for my oxygen to start running out, causing me to start squirming and pressing out against the slime encasing me. The slime surrounding me felt like hair gel: soft, squishy, and malleable. Eventually, however, my hand pressed against the lining of slime I entered from. It felt like I was running my hands along the smoothest layer of rubber imaginable. No matter how hard I pressed against it, it refused to yield. Apparently the slimes could increase or decrease their tangibility at will. And they had no intention of letting me out at the moment.

I had no more air, and I couldn't find any pockets of air in here. I was completely trapped and about to drown. At this point I REALLY began to thrash, sending ripples throughout the slimes' body, making the occasional bulge on the slimes' outside lining as I struck it.

I needed air. I could feel my lungs burning like they were filled with hot sauce, I could have sworn my heart was screaming, like the dying throes of an old machine. My panic and fear were at an all time high, as well as a deep sense of betrayal. Finally, I couldn't hold out any more.

I took a deep breath of slime.

It burned at first, as I felt it gradually fill up my lungs. I instinctively broke into a coughing fit, speeding up the process of expelling all my air into the goo surrounding me and filling the empty spaces with thick slime. However, as my lungs became completely filled with slime, my need for oxygen dissipated. My panic slowly passing, I began treating the slime as I would normal oxygen, breathing it in and out. Its thickness made breathing it a much slower process than what I'm used to, but luckily the stuff seemed to be oxygen rich as it was enough to sustain me despite the slow intake speed.

At this point I had completely calmed down, once again relaxing. This time I had a VERY good reason to relax, as I slowly realized the slime I was floating in made for a wonderful cushion. I'd tired myself out after all my previous thrashing, and that combined with the soft, cushiony slime surrounding me was slowly lulling me to sleep.

As if they could sense my waning consciousness, the slimes began softly humming an unknown song in unison, creating a beautiful melody while they slowly rocked their body back and forth. The combination of all these things gradually forced my eyes shut until I was snoring away inside their body, the slimes continuing to sing in utter joy.

I have no idea how much time passed that time either, except that I awoke to a very faint voice, as if I was listening from inside of a pool.

“A..a…ou…lri…"

As I slowly became more coherent I was able to make out the voice more easily.

“Adam! Please, talk to me! Are you alright?!"

I was able to place a name with the voice.

Beatrix.

I slowly opened my eyes, coming face to face with Big Sis, only about two feet away from me, separated by a foggy sheen of grey. She had a very panicked and scared expression, which was understandable in the current situation. She had her hands on the slimes' right cheek, who I noticed were sleeping at the moment, and was staring into my face.

The first thing on my sleepy mind was getting her to stop crying, so I gave her a heartfelt smile and a weak thumbs up to let her know I was alright. Her look slowly turned into one of astonishment, then confusion.

“What happened? Why are you in there?" She asked me.

I couldn't talk with lungs full of slime, so all I could do was shrug with a smile. I figured I'd give her a full answer when I was out.

She wasn't quite reassured. “Well are you gonna be alright in there or should I get you out?"

I sincerely doubt she could get me out of here even if she tried, regardless I gave her another thumbs up, followed by a slow shake of my head, hoping she would read them in order like I did.

Seems she took the hint, because she finally smiled back and replied “Well alright, just let me know when you want out, yeah?"

I smiled and nodded, having a feeling that I wouldn't need her help when I wanted to come out. Even then, it was gonna be a while.

I reclined back into my original position and gave a peck of gratitude on the slime wall next to me. The slimes quivered in absolute joy as I fell back asleep in the world's comfiest bed.