Chapter 26.
I missed my friends. I didn’t really want me time. The days passed slowly, and the slimes inside me certainly continued to grow. I looked like I had just eaten a big bowl of pasta at all times. Obviously, I hadn’t eaten any pasta; actually, I hadn’t eaten much of anything. I was almost out of money, and food was running low. I really missed pasta. And coffee, I still really missed coffee. And those little cookies that went really well with tea. Food was on my mind.
On the plus hand, slime pregnancy was… far less taxing on the body than a regular one. I was definitely bigger, but no morning sickness, no pain, no sleepless nights, no cravings. Which… was nice, made slightly less nice by the fact that it was essentially the porn version of pregnancy. I still wasn’t over getting pervy skills. It was utterly absurd.
What was next? Mind control? Lactation? Bondage? Free use? Pet play? Leather? Wax? Now I was just listing kinks. But honestly… I was slightly concerned about what future skills would look like. I was pretty sure I would have rathered that my "proclivities" had not been taken into account when providing me with the literal supernatural abilities I needed to survive here.
I was perfectly happy being an archmage.
A skill to defend myself from giant flesh-eating raptors would be nice. Or mind reading, that would let me play the social political game here super easily and gather information. Of self-healing, limb regeneration, that would be… much needed.
But no… I was pregnant with slimes.
At least it was kinda like being a summoner. I had wanted to be able to do that. I just… summoned them permanently.
I absently traced my swollen stomach as I stared at the cards in front of me. I had resorted to solitaire of all things. But it was a simple solo game, and for whatever reason, the cards in this world were the exact same as on Earth. I was still managing to lose horribly, the aces nowhere to be found.
Surely there was more to life here than playing fucking solitaire.
There was. Dungeon building. But that meant leaving the city, and the thought of venturing back out there filled me with a nauseating dread. I just couldn’t do it. Not alone. Even the Tavern Crew hadn’t been enough to entirely save me.
Would… Would slimes make a difference?
No… Martrix had said that a pigeon could pluck a core from a lesser slime. The slimes I was… gestating were literally useless.
“Candy?” I asked. “What's the point of lesser slimes if they are so weak?”
“Well, they might not be good for fighting, but they are important workers for the hive, easy to create and good for building and gathering,” Candy explained. “They are the uh…”
“Backbone?” I supplied.
“We don’t need bones,” Candy scoffed. “They are the foundation for the hive to grow.”
“And they're still useful for dungeons?” I asked.
Um… probably,” she answered. “Not so much for guarding the core, but they can dig and move material around to make dungeon walls. I think…”
“Okay,” I nodded, making a mental note of that. Lesser slimes were the worker slimes. That made sense. Insects did the same things with drones. Though at some point, I would really need to sit down and figure out all the kinds of slimes. I knew there were pink, blue, and green slimes, but the differences and types beyond that were largely a mystery.
But regardless, the pink slimes wouldn’t be any use for keeping me safe. But they could certainly be useful as harvested cores. Was it a tad unethical to create a creature simply to kill it? Yeah, yeah, it definitely was. But Candy herself had said it was a slime-eat-slime world. It was all in service of the hive, which mostly meant surviving long enough to let Candy build her dungeon.
To do so, we needed security slimes to safely leave the city and guard slimes to actually protect the dungeon… wherever that would be. It couldn’t be too close to Agocester without being easily interrupted, but too far would make it difficult to get to regularly. All the while, we needed to be making money so I could attend the Academy in the fall.
Oh boy. It was going to be a busy summer.
Okay, fine, the thought of being filled with squirming little slimes was maybe a bit of a turn on. Yeah, it was stupid, and immature, and ethically ambiguous, but… c’mon, man. Sometimes you had to let your freak flag fly.
That was what eventually got me to test out the little “bonus addition” of [Repurposed Body]. It was for scientific reasons, of course. While a slime ovipositor was hardly any use to me, it was still important to know what I was capable of. For… reasons.
I activated the skill. I was not remotely mentally prepared for what came next. But hey… there was a tentacle… so absolutely fuck me and fuck this stupid system.
It slid out of me, I felt every inch of it, slick and warm, a dark translucent purple. Ovipositior my ass, I had a fucking cock made out of slime.
Well, not entirely, more like a strapless strap-on. But still…
“Jesus fucking christ,” I muttered, shifting slightly and making the slime bounce.
“What?” Candy asked curiously.
“Do not… be around right now,” I spluttered. “Remind me to teach you what privacy is at some point.”
“Is it annoying like patience?” Candy asked.
“Yup, now please go away,” I groaned. “Just… work on the cores or something and don’t um… don’t spy on me.”
“What are you up to? You’re not going to get rid of me?! You can’t! We’re one now,” she immediately panicked.
“No, no, I’m not trying to get rid of you,” I hurried to reassure. I felt utterly stupid standing here and essentially talking to myself with a tentacle of slime… coming out of me. “I just need a little bit of Pamela time, sometimes people just need time to themselves unobserved, or with… someone else unobserved…”
“Why?” she mentally frowned.
“Because…” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “I mean, really, because of socialized behaviour more than anything, but that's a whole other discussion. In this case, I just want to…”
How to explain masturbation, or at least… self exploration, to an alien slime symbiote?
“Look,” I inhaled deeply. “Could I please just have… an hour where you don’t look to see what I’m doing? Please. I promise it has nothing to do with harming you in any way. It is purely out of human embarrassment.”
“Okay, but you’ll explain later?” She asked. “Because you’re acting very weird, you didn’t do this before.”
“Yes, I’ll… explain later,” I reassured.
“Okay, fine, you have an hour, I’ll count,” she retorted before my head fell mercifully silent.
She will count?! Well… fine, no clocks inside my body. But still, she needed to chill. Anyway.
I turned my attention to the slime attachment. It was… weighty. I swung it back and forth a little. Look, I had read my fair share of porn, but artistic renditions didn’t really translate to the very real experience of something like this.
Tentatively, I poked the slime.
Oh. Oh.
I had fucking felt that. Gently, I gripped the ovipositor, it throbbed in my hand, I throbbed in my hand. It felt like I had a second, far larger clit, one which filled and attached me.
What the fuck. I bit my lip. Well, I had already come this far. I gently rolled my hips, running the appendage against my fingers. I shivered and did it again. That was… Jesus. That felt good. That actually felt good.
My cheeks burned hot. It was slippery, and hot, and I could feel every inch of it.
Why could I even feel it? It was slime! That didn’t make any sense, except for the fact that Candy had grown throughout my body and thus presumably interacted with nerves.
This was crazy.
I gently stroked the slime, my breath becoming heavier. I had a fucking cock, or a strap I could actually feel.
I let out a huff of air, clenching around it. This maybe made up for all the body horror. Shit, I could get used to this. I could have so much fun with this.
This was actually insane.
“Okay, I promise I’m not looking, but um… whatever you’re doing feels very strange,” Candy spoke up awkwardly.
I let out a slight yelp. Oh fuck. She could feel it too?! Of course, she fucking could; she was the slime. We were just connected now. I groaned. Oh, this just got so much weirder.
“Uh, yes uh…” I trailed off. I didn’t remotely know what to say to this. “Does it uh… Does it feel good?”
I grimaced. That sounded so creepy.
“Can I look?” Candy asked instead.
“Sure,” I mumbled, deactivating the skill and only letting out a slight grunt as the slime retreated back inside me. I stood there slick and… a tad disturbed.
“Wait, no,” Candy protested. “Do it again, that was interesting."
I moaned, the slime strap slid back out of me of its own volition, making me stumble slightly. Not of my own volition, of Candy’s. Oh fuck.
I may have just created another monster.