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It's Slime Time
🕑 Added 2024-12-02 02:41:37 +0000 UTCLoryn was a fox adventurer of middling fame, someone who thrived on the thrill of exploration and danger, not for gold or glory but for the sheer love of discovery. He was born in a bustling trading town nestled on the edge of a sprawling forest, the kind of place where stories of lost ruins and forgotten treasures were traded like currency among tavern-goers. As a young fox, Loryn idolized the adventurers who passed through town—rugged wolf mercenaries, sharp-eyed hawk treasure hunters—and vowed to one day etch his name into the annals of folklore.
Despite his ambition, Loryn wasn’t a typical adventurer. He wasn’t particularly strong or cunning, nor was he graced with natural charisma. What set him apart was his curiosity—a stubborn, unquenchable drive to uncover mysteries others deemed too dangerous or obscure. He often joked that he wasn’t seeking treasure but stories, fragments of the world that had been lost to time. But this same curiosity would eventually be his undoing.
A shadowy client hired Loryn to investigate a long-abandoned fortress rumored to have once housed an eccentric biologist—a figure who delved into experiments on symbiosis and parasitism. The job promised a handsome reward, enough to finance years of comfortable exploration. Though the fortress was notorious among locals for its strange disappearances, Loryn couldn’t resist the allure of an untouched mystery. It was his dream job—or so he thought.
Accompanied only by his instincts and a small pack of supplies, Loryn trekked deep into the forest toward the Hollow Bastion, an abandoned fortress whispered about in alchemist circles. Once a research laboratory for an ambitious but disgraced biologist named Dr. Melvaris, the bastion was said to have housed experiments on organisms capable of integrating with hosts for mutual survival. According to fragmented records, Dr. Melvaris had discovered a peculiar substance—a “living ooze” with properties that defied traditional biology.
This "ooze," rumored to act as both a predator and symbiote, could restructure the biology of its host, turning incompatible organisms into suitable vessels for its reproduction.
When Loryn reached the depths of Hollow Bastion, he began to piece together the story of Dr. Melvaris’ experiments. The slime was not a naturally occurring organism but an artificial creation—a fusion of biological material and alchemical compounds. Melvaris had sought to create an entity capable of reproductive immortality. The slime’s lifecycle, as reconstructed from notes found in the ruins, was both horrifying and ingenious:
Selection and Capture:
The slime's biochemistry enabled it to "sense" compatible hosts, analyzing their genetic structure upon initial contact. Hosts needed to have certain physical traits to survive the restructuring process.
Integration:
Once a host was deemed viable, the slime would infiltrate their body, dissolving and reshaping tissues to create a reproductive environment. Male hosts were ideal for their higher levels of baseline musculature and adaptability but required complete restructuring to form reproductive anatomy.
Reproduction:
The slime’s ultimate goal was to implant eggs into the host. These eggs would gestate within the womb created by the slime, drawing nutrients from the host’s altered biology. The host’s neurochemistry would also be adjusted to trigger maternal instincts, ensuring they would protect the offspring.
Release:
Once the eggs hatched, the slime’s offspring would leave the host, who would often be left with permanent biological changes but retain their functionality. Some hosts developed an obsessive need to care for the slime’s offspring, ensuring the cycle continued even post-implantation.
Melvaris had theorized that the slime could be harnessed for medical purposes—rebuilding damaged tissues or treating infertility. But when his experiments spiraled out of control, he fled, leaving the slime to adapt and thrive in the ruins.
Unaware of the slime’s intelligence, Loryn entered the heart of Hollow Bastion—a chamber filled with bioluminescent pools and pulsing, green tendrils. As he examined the substance, the slime reacted to his presence, sensing him as an ideal host. Its tendrils moved faster than he could react, wrapping around his limbs and pulling him into the pool.
Initially, Loryn fought back, using his tools and agility to try to break free. But the slime was relentless, analyzing his body and beginning its invasive restructuring. As it dissolved and extracted his male anatomy, Loryn felt both pain and an unnerving wave of euphoria—a side effect of the slime manipulating his neurochemistry. His cries echoed through the chamber as the slime completed its work, transforming him into a fertile vessel designed to carry its offspring.
The slime implanted eggs within his newly formed womb, encasing him in a protective “dress” of ooze to ensure the gestation process continued uninterrupted. Over days, Loryn was both horrified and mesmerized by the changes in his body—his widened hips, swollen breasts, and the strange maternal instincts that began to surface.
Days passed in a haze of erotic torment. The slime had encased him in a shimmering "gown" of itself, molding to his every curve like a second skin. Each movement sent shivers through his transformed body, the dress both a prison and a lover. He couldn't escape the aching fullness of his womb, the maternal instincts bubbling up unbidden. The slime whispered to him—not in words, but in sensations—a seductive promise of fulfillment through submission to his new purpose.
Loryn’s rescue came when a team of adventurers, alerted by his long absence, tracked him to the fortress. They found him sprawled on the chamber floor, his body heaving as the last of the eggs slipped free. His eyes, glassy and half-lidded, flickered with shame and an undeniable satisfaction. The slime, having completed its reproductive cycle, released him without resistance, allowing the adventurers to carry him back to safety.
Back in his village, Loryn struggled to reconcile his transformation. The neurochemical conditioning imposed by the slime lingered, leaving him with an overwhelming need to nurture and protect. Though the slime’s eggs were gone, the instincts it had instilled in him drove him to seek out a way to satisfy this new compulsion.
With the help of healers and scholars, Loryn came to understand that the changes to his body and mind were permanent. In time, he made the difficult decision to embrace his new reality. He chose to conceive a child of his own—this time, through his own agency—hoping it would bring him peace from the constant urges for pregnancy and reproduction.
Eventually, Loryn stopped fighting. He accepted his new life as a mother—He found solace in the arms of a kind-hearted wolf, whose strength and warmth soothed the restless hunger in his soul. Together, they raised a family, the scars of Hollow Bastion fading into a strange, bittersweet memory.
But late at night, when the world was quiet, Loryn would sometimes feel a phantom tendril brush against his skin, a lingering echo of the slime’s touch. And deep in his heart, he would shiver—not with fear, but with a yearning he dared not admit.
