FSE

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Hunched over and sitting on even more books upon her large-backed chair, Tik TIk's pointed claw scans over the words of this particular dry tome, muttering in the ancient language of the dragons.

When Eshere forms up through the cracks and slurps into her humanoid form, she leans over the desk, her hands gooping on the corners, leaning in from the opposite side. Her face slurps around, orienting to see the words on the page. "Oneiromancy?"

Tik Tik yelps and hops up from her seat, slamming the book shut and staring at the slime with large, baggy eyes. "Oh, haha, Eshere. Glad to have you!" the magical kobold says, flicking a finger to lift the book and place it on the pile. She crosses one leg over the other and folds her hands, placing them neatly on her lap. "It's merely an option if you think you aren't able to retrieve my memories."

Eshere sighs. "You initiated a booty call for my specific skills and then made backup plans?"

"That I did," the kobold chirps. "I have full faith in your abilities, of course, but you could have been waylaid, or you might not be able to touch dreams," she pauses. "Something troubles you, my friend. Something more than just Erin."

"Friend, yes, that's what you call me," the slime admits. And yet, for all our friendship, you only call me out here when you need help," she slurps over the desk and leans over it. Some of her shape already drips onto the wood, seeping into it.

Tik Tik leans back, slipping on her pile of books, letting them clatter to the floor as she grabs onto the arms. She gulps, her eyes widen, and her tongue pops out a moment before she sucks it back in. "Is that such a problem?"

Eshere slips between the books, her form splitting and converging, keeping them dry until she coalesces in front of the kobold, standing before her, leaning back on the desk. Her face spins around until it faces up again. She leans in, caressing the kobold under the chin as she focuses them both on the present. "Here you are, calling me out of my precious studies when you need help. Never an invitation to any lascivious parties. Never writing your notes anymore."

"Oh, Eshere, I didn't know you missed me so much. I…”

Eshere places a sticky finger against Tik Tik's mouth, her smile wide, her eyes flashing. "Oh, it's fine, Miss Tik. It means I must make the most of it when I see you. I have to get every ounce of satisfaction out of you as I can… after all…" she says this, her hand melting, staining over the kobold's clothes, weaving into all the fibers.

"… if you can't remember your dreams, I'll have to dig DEEP into your psyche to release them."

Only a moment passes between those last words and the slime lunging forward at the kobold, submerging Tik Tik into the minty green goodness of Eshere's form. The kobold kicks, swims, and squirms under the sudden attack, her chair falling over as the two collapse.

Eshers splashes as Tik Tik tumbles out from her, coughing and giggling. "Oh fuck…" The kobold breathes, licking around her cheeks. "That's so hot."

Emerging behind her, the slime chuckles. "Of course, it is, Miss Tik."

The kobold finds herself pinned to the ground, spread out, bound by her garments.

"I've had you so many times. I know everything that makes you tick."

"Oooh, wordplay, too?"

"It's always the best," Eshere says. "You know I was having fun before your letter arrived?" Eshere says, sloshing over and facing the kobold. She lays before her, cheeks in her hands, slimy legs kicked up, slicking back and forth, throwing splotches of goop everywhere. "I had to pack up everything to help you out, and I will, of course, because I owe everything to you." She says this, placing a hand on Tik Tik's head and then another on her chin. "Now then, Miss Tik, if you're ready, please open up and prepare yourself."

Tik Tik groans and wiggles, opening her maw, saliva dripping from her teeth.

A gurgle rises from Eshere's core. The slime responds by wrapping her mouth around the waiting tongue of the kobold, locking into a silly little kiss but slurping up the delightful juices from that wriggling muscle.

The kobold cannot move, but the twitching in her body tells the slime all she needs to know.

Tik Tik fucking loves it when a monstrous being goes all out on her and shows her just how they like to let loose.

There are many ways for a slime to fuck a kobold. Eshere and Tik Tik know this because both have partaken in such delights together.

Once, Eshere formed herself into the shape of a bed, which Tik Tik used to lie upon. The kobold luxuriated and played with herself, squirming, fingering, gasping, and drooling. She let it all go as she dug her toes and claws into the hardened cytoplasm.

Eshere's experience in the matter was partially voyeuristic and partially appetizing. For every flaked scale that fell off of Tik Tik, every drop of drool that slunk off her mouth, and every discharge that fired off from her loins dropped into the slime's form like tiny divers splashing into the deep, only to dissolve near instantaneously to incorporate themselves into her.

At the same time, flashes of Tik Tik's thoughts and feelings bounced through Eshere's core, showing how much more riding atop Eshere delighted the kobold than the touch of her hand.

A second type of playing comes with tentacular delight, though it is not the method that Eshere likes the best. When TIk Tik first suggested it in their exercises and tutorials, the kobold said, "Take me like you took Purity that first night you truly became you."