“Alex, are you alright?” No answer. “I’m sorry, Alex. I should’ve taken the core. I didn’t know Olindia was so grabby.”
“Thanks for being willing to accept part of the blame, Flou, but this one is all on me. I’ve seen Olindia snatch cores off the ground before. I should’ve expected this. I just hope Olindia has at least two healing charges now, or else Gabby is going to murder me when we get home.”
Coming to the Misty Grove to farm Slime cores – big brain move.
Allowing Olindia, the healer, to become a Large Slime instead of a Swarm – neanderthal brain move.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I could turn Pink…” the Fuzzy Slime says.
“No, it’s fine.” Gabby already explained to us that some monsters just won’t take to certain evolutions. Something about personality, or whatever. I can’t think of anything I did with Olindia I haven’t done with Flou. Filled her with cum, check. Stuffed her in my vagina, check. If there’s some other hidden requirement, neither Gabby, me, nor the Book of Monsters have figured it out.
We’re continuing to circle the outskirts of the Misty Grove. It seems Slimes aren’t quite so plentiful despite being attacked within minutes of coming here both times since there hasn’t been a sighting in the last hour. Wandering around with low visibility as the minutes stretch on and on can lead even someone on high alert to drop their guard eventually.
I feel ant bites along my arms and back as four blue blurs dart from the mists.
In response, I summon a spear into each hand, twirl them independently to slash the air, and simultaneously dodge in a single fluid motion. Four Slimes attack me from separate angles. All of them miss and splatter onto the ground surrounding me, their burst membranes unable to retain integrity.
Yeah, Predator Sense and Fast Learner are two great tastes that taste great together.
“Fuck, yes!!!” I throw up my hands and whoop in celebration after successfully pulling off a move straight out of ancient human fiction.
“That… was really impressive, Alex,” Flou says. It’s not really that impressive since they’re technically first-tier monsters, but I feel justified tooting my own horn for once.
“Thanks! Looks like that training against the Large Slime paid off. Predicting the first-tier Slimes’ trajectories was easy once I had the timing of Predator Sense and could feel where they’d land on me.”
The Fuzzy Slime reconstitutes herself as a five-gallon auburn-furred blob with floppy bunny ears and leaps from my chest onto the ground, leaving me naked.
“Feel anything?”
“Yes, I’m getting a similar resonance to what I felt before. Let me try…” Flou extends a furry pseudopod that engulfs one of the Slime cores before retreating into her main body. “It’s weird. I feel in control of the core, but I can’t do anything with it yet.”
*Pets*
*Lazy Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core*
*Contented Fuzzy Slime*
*Subjugated Slime Core – One*
“Huh.” My ‘Pets’ menu seems to give some indication of ‘subservience.’
“Alright, now,” Flou says to psyche herself up before sending another furry pseudopod to swallow the second core. “The resonance is increasing; something is happening!”
Flou’s furry amorphous body swells and contorts violently before my eyes. The fur parts in places during the rapid expansion to reveal the bare flesh beneath until the Fuzzy Slime’s body rips itself apart. Three mounds of flesh turn inside out, becoming three auburn-furred five-gallon Fuzzy Slimes.
My concern only lasts until all three Slimes sprout floppy bunny ears. “Flou, there’s three of you, now?”
““No, I’m…”” the three Flou’s say in unison. They pause, and then the one on the left says, “One mind.” The one on the right adds, “Three bodies.” Finally, the one in the middle says, “The others didn’t have much personality to begin with, but I overwrote them regardless. Even if my original core is destroyed, or two of my three bodies, I’ll be able to regenerate to this status with enough food.”
This has been quite fascinating to watch. I remember what Gabby said before we left…
“Suka and I are going foraging today. As much as I want to come with you, Alex, I won’t be derelict in my duty to feed my human. That just means you have to pay close attention to the evolutions you see today and report back to me in excruciating detail.”
“You’ll eat meat as long as it’s not a monster, right? I’ll try and scrounge up something that can’t talk,” Suka added. “As for our dinner, you better return in time for supper!”
“Alex, please remember to come back before they get hungry!” Cottontail begged with a nervous expression.
“No worries, we’ll take great care of her!” Suka soothed with a carnivorous smile. “Right, Gabby?”
The Goblin girl grinned with her sharp teeth and replied, “Oh, my, yes, excellent care.”
Cottontail looked from one predator to another with a worried frown but couldn’t hide her growing erection.
I’m sure it’s fine.
Maybe Gabby won’t kill me if I have good notes on monster evolutions to appease her…?
“Did your shaping abilities improve?”
The triplet Fuzzy Slimes roll together and stack on top of one another. The bottom forms a pair of legs, the middle a torso, and the top becomes a head. They each resolve into finer details trying to give the impression of a bunny girl in a furry unitard, but the face especially continues to land in the uncanny valley. Flou sees my restrained expression and abandons the attempt without comment.
I change the topic. “Notice anything else?”
The three Fuzzy Slimes bob in agreement. “I can already sense I’ll need second-tier Slime cores to evolve to a higher state. Maybe a lot, but I’m not sure.”
So, there’s almost no point grinding for more Slime cores today?
“Hold on, I can think of one use for these extra cores.”
A pink pseudopod blindly probes the nearby ground for its latest acquisition. It comes within inches of a Slime core which mysteriously slides further away. The tentacle extends slightly further to reach the undefended core so tantalizingly close.
“Grab her!”
Three furry pseudopods latch onto the pink tendril along with both of my hands. Together, we frantically pull at the tentacle extending from my vagina. Inch by torturous inch, despite its struggles, we tug the pink appendage from its den.
Several feet of progress later, me drawing the pseudopod forth hand over hand like an ancient human magician pulling scarfs from his sleeve, I feel an increase in girth. Finally, Olindia is hauled into the open as I ‘give birth’ to an adult woman. She’s thankfully squishy coming out, so it’s hardly painful at all.
It’s still a feat that would traumatize a virgin human who saw such a thing, so I’ll insist on taking some credit.
The woman before me is wearing a pink skirt-like jellyfish bell with tentacles like strips of fabric and a bell hat with dozens of tiny, blue-tipped tendrils. Her pink flesh is semi-translucent and eminently squeezable with the properties of both malleable slime and firmer jelly. I take a second to admire her shapely rump and melon-sized tits.
“H-hey, Alex, crazy meeting you here, right?” She’s desperately scanning the area as if looking for an opportunity to escape this confrontation.
“Olindia, you’ve been living in my womb. We’re not exactly meeting since we’re always together.”
She’s a drowsy-looking young girl with downturned eyes, an oval face, and an ever-present serene smile. While no legendary beauty, her cuddlesome prettiness and squishy assets make me want to indulge her, which is why this conversation is going to be difficult.
“Yeah, absolutely you could look at it that way, except I barely remember anything since that time on the beach.”
“Nothing? Not even when I nearly died yesterday?”
“Well, I couldn’t let that asshole Peter kill you.”
I roll my eyes. “So, you were awake.”
“Uh, ah… oh, shit. Alex, don’t be mad! I figured you wouldn’t mind if I crashed somewhere out of the way you weren’t using that much.”
My eye twitches in annoyance. “My uterus? Where I make babies? Where I have one right now?”
“It’s way nicer than the Misty Grove or the beach, all warm and soft and wet. Anyways, I’d never hurt anyone with your scent, Alex! That totally goes against my Slime instincts. You won and claimed me fair and square; I’m fine with that.”
“You’re just not fine with fighting alongside me?”
“No, of course I am, but that’s… like… work?”
I throw up my hands. “I have a freeloader. All this time, I’ve been carrying a freeloader!”
“Come on, Alex, don’t be like that.” She has the nerve to frown at me. “You sound like my mom.”
“Who is?”
She won’t meet my gaze. “…Don’t remember. I told you before my recollections are spotty.”
“Okay, okay. Maybe I’m going at this the wrong way. You seem like the kind of monster who needs the carrot instead of the stick.”
Olindia takes a second to consider before replying, “Those both sound like metaphors for your penis.”
“Correct. The carrot is my cock, and the stick is also my cock. Neither of which you’ll ever get again if you don’t behave.”
“Wa-wa-what??? Alex, be reasonable!”
“Don’t test me, Olindia! I’m very mad at you! This attitude you’re giving me nearly cost Flou her life.”
“H-hello,” Flou burbles from her three bodies nearby watching us fight like a wife berating her lazy husband.
“Sup,” Olindia waves at her smaller Slime counterpart without a hint of guilt or remorse.
“If you want to join in the harem orgy tonight, or ever, you’re going to come when I call from now on. No excuses!”
“…There’s an orgy tonight?”
“Yes. And pretty much every night.”
“…Is the bunny going to be there?”
“Yes, there’ll be plenty of nubile holes for you to fill with your jellyfish tentacles. IF you’re good.”
“Heh, heh, heh, okey-dokey, Alex. If I have your dick and the bunny’s butt, I think I can find the motivation to lend a tendril or two.” The lascivious look on her face is positively diabolic. I think my pet Slimes are both perverts.
“Alright, looks like we have an arrangement, though we may have to draw lots to see who gets to use Cottontail’s ass-pussy first. You can start by not making it an ordeal getting you back up inside me.”
“Spoilsport,” Olindia accuses as she hands me her core. When the pink marble leaves her body, the mass of slime collapses and begins to evaporate. It’s an easy task inserting her core like a tampon this time. I can feel her crawl the rest of the way north to my secret chamber.
*Motivated the Lazy Pink Slime – One Slime Mark!*
I guess that counted as a battle?
*Pets*
*Obedient Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core*
*Contented Small Fuzzy Slime Swarm*
*Subjugated Slime Cores – Two*
“Alex, are you alright?” No answer. “I’m sorry, Alex. I should’ve taken the core. I didn’t know Olindia was so grabby.”
“Thanks for being willing to accept part of the blame, Flou, but this one is all on me. I’ve seen Olindia snatch cores off the ground before. I should’ve expected this. I just hope Olindia has at least two healing charges now, or else Gabby is going to murder me when we get home.”
Coming to the Misty Grove to farm Slime cores – big brain move.
Allowing Olindia, the healer, to become a Large Slime instead of a Swarm – neanderthal brain move.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if I could turn Pink…” the Fuzzy Slime says.
“No, it’s fine.” Gabby already explained to us that some monsters just won’t take to certain evolutions. Something about personality, or whatever. I can’t think of anything I did with Olindia I haven’t done with Flou. Filled her with cum, check. Stuffed her in my vagina, check. If there’s some other hidden requirement, neither Gabby, me, nor the Book of Monsters have figured it out.
We’re continuing to circle the outskirts of the Misty Grove. It seems Slimes aren’t quite so plentiful despite being attacked within minutes of coming here both times since there hasn’t been a sighting in the last hour. Wandering around with low visibility as the minutes stretch on and on can lead even someone on high alert to drop their guard eventually.
I feel ant bites along my arms and back as four blue blurs dart from the mists.
In response, I summon a spear into each hand, twirl them independently to slash the air, and simultaneously dodge in a single fluid motion. Four Slimes attack me from separate angles. All of them miss and splatter onto the ground surrounding me, their burst membranes unable to retain integrity.
Yeah, Predator Sense and Fast Learner are two great tastes that taste great together.
“Fuck, yes!!!” I throw up my hands and whoop in celebration after successfully pulling off a move straight out of ancient human fiction.
“That… was really impressive, Alex,” Flou says. It’s not really that impressive since they’re technically first-tier monsters, but I feel justified tooting my own horn for once.
“Thanks! Looks like that training against the Large Slime paid off. Predicting the first-tier Slimes’ trajectories was easy once I had the timing of Predator Sense and could feel where they’d land on me.”
The Fuzzy Slime reconstitutes herself as a five-gallon auburn-furred blob with floppy bunny ears and leaps from my chest onto the ground, leaving me naked.
“Feel anything?”
“Yes, I’m getting a similar resonance to what I felt before. Let me try…” Flou extends a furry pseudopod that engulfs one of the Slime cores before retreating into her main body. “It’s weird. I feel in control of the core, but I can’t do anything with it yet.”
*Pets*
*Lazy Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core*
*Contented Fuzzy Slime*
*Subjugated Slime Core – One*
“Huh.” My ‘Pets’ menu seems to give some indication of ‘subservience.’
“Alright, now,” Flou says to psyche herself up before sending another furry pseudopod to swallow the second core. “The resonance is increasing; something is happening!”
Flou’s furry amorphous body swells and contorts violently before my eyes. The fur parts in places during the rapid expansion to reveal the bare flesh beneath until the Fuzzy Slime’s body rips itself apart. Three mounds of flesh turn inside out, becoming three auburn-furred five-gallon Fuzzy Slimes.
My concern only lasts until all three Slimes sprout floppy bunny ears. “Flou, there’s three of you, now?”
““No, I’m…”” the three Flou’s say in unison. They pause, and then the one on the left says, “One mind.” The one on the right adds, “Three bodies.” Finally, the one in the middle says, “The others didn’t have much personality to begin with, but I overwrote them regardless. Even if my original core is destroyed, or two of my three bodies, I’ll be able to regenerate to this status with enough food.”
This has been quite fascinating to watch. I remember what Gabby said before we left…
“Suka and I are going foraging today. As much as I want to come with you, Alex, I won’t be derelict in my duty to feed my human. That just means you have to pay close attention to the evolutions you see today and report back to me in excruciating detail.”
“You’ll eat meat as long as it’s not a monster, right? I’ll try and scrounge up something that can’t talk,” Suka added. “As for our dinner, you better return in time for supper!”
“Alex, please remember to come back before they get hungry!” Cottontail begged with a nervous expression.
“No worries, we’ll take great care of her!” Suka soothed with a carnivorous smile. “Right, Gabby?”
The Goblin girl grinned with her sharp teeth and replied, “Oh, my, yes, excellent care.”
Cottontail looked from one predator to another with a worried frown but couldn’t hide her growing erection.
I’m sure it’s fine.
Maybe Gabby won’t kill me if I have good notes on monster evolutions to appease her…?
“Did your shaping abilities improve?”
The triplet Fuzzy Slimes roll together and stack on top of one another. The bottom forms a pair of legs, the middle a torso, and the top becomes a head. They each resolve into finer details trying to give the impression of a bunny girl in a furry unitard, but the face especially continues to land in the uncanny valley. Flou sees my restrained expression and abandons the attempt without comment.
I change the topic. “Notice anything else?”
The three Fuzzy Slimes bob in agreement. “I can already sense I’ll need second-tier Slime cores to evolve to a higher state. Maybe a lot, but I’m not sure.”
So, there’s almost no point grinding for more Slime cores today?
“Hold on, I can think of one use for these extra cores.”
A pink pseudopod blindly probes the nearby ground for its latest acquisition. It comes within inches of a Slime core which mysteriously slides further away. The tentacle extends slightly further to reach the undefended core so tantalizingly close.
“Grab her!”
Three furry pseudopods latch onto the pink tendril along with both of my hands. Together, we frantically pull at the tentacle extending from my vagina. Inch by torturous inch, despite its struggles, we tug the pink appendage from its den.
Several feet of progress later, me drawing the pseudopod forth hand over hand like an ancient human magician pulling scarfs from his sleeve, I feel an increase in girth. Finally, Olindia is hauled into the open as I ‘give birth’ to an adult woman. She’s thankfully squishy coming out, so it’s hardly painful at all.
It’s still a feat that would traumatize a virgin human who saw such a thing, so I’ll insist on taking some credit.
The woman before me is wearing a pink skirt-like jellyfish bell with tentacles like strips of fabric and a bell hat with dozens of tiny, blue-tipped tendrils. Her pink flesh is semi-translucent and eminently squeezable with the properties of both malleable slime and firmer jelly. I take a second to admire her shapely rump and melon-sized tits.
“H-hey, Alex, crazy meeting you here, right?” She’s desperately scanning the area as if looking for an opportunity to escape this confrontation.
“Olindia, you’ve been living in my womb. We’re not exactly meeting since we’re always together.”
She’s a drowsy-looking young girl with downturned eyes, an oval face, and an ever-present serene smile. While no legendary beauty, her cuddlesome prettiness and squishy assets make me want to indulge her, which is why this conversation is going to be difficult.
“Yeah, absolutely you could look at it that way, except I barely remember anything since that time on the beach.”
“Nothing? Not even when I nearly died yesterday?”
“Well, I couldn’t let that asshole Peter kill you.”
I roll my eyes. “So, you were awake.”
“Uh, ah… oh, shit. Alex, don’t be mad! I figured you wouldn’t mind if I crashed somewhere out of the way you weren’t using that much.”
My eye twitches in annoyance. “My uterus? Where I make babies? Where I have one right now?”
“It’s way nicer than the Misty Grove or the beach, all warm and soft and wet. Anyways, I’d never hurt anyone with your scent, Alex! That totally goes against my Slime instincts. You won and claimed me fair and square; I’m fine with that.”
“You’re just not fine with fighting alongside me?”
“No, of course I am, but that’s… like… work?”
I throw up my hands. “I have a freeloader. All this time, I’ve been carrying a freeloader!”
“Come on, Alex, don’t be like that.” She has the nerve to frown at me. “You sound like my mom.”
“Who is?”
She won’t meet my gaze. “…Don’t remember. I told you before my recollections are spotty.”
“Okay, okay. Maybe I’m going at this the wrong way. You seem like the kind of monster who needs the carrot instead of the stick.”
Olindia takes a second to consider before replying, “Those both sound like metaphors for your penis.”
“Correct. The carrot is my cock, and the stick is also my cock. Neither of which you’ll ever get again if you don’t behave.”
“Wa-wa-what??? Alex, be reasonable!”
“Don’t test me, Olindia! I’m very mad at you! This attitude you’re giving me nearly cost Flou her life.”
“H-hello,” Flou burbles from her three bodies nearby watching us fight like a wife berating her lazy husband.
“Sup,” Olindia waves at her smaller Slime counterpart without a hint of guilt or remorse.
“If you want to join in the harem orgy tonight, or ever, you’re going to come when I call from now on. No excuses!”
“…There’s an orgy tonight?”
“Yes. And pretty much every night.”
“…Is the bunny going to be there?”
“Yes, there’ll be plenty of nubile holes for you to fill with your jellyfish tentacles. IF you’re good.”
“Heh, heh, heh, okey-dokey, Alex. If I have your dick and the bunny’s butt, I think I can find the motivation to lend a tendril or two.” The lascivious look on her face is positively diabolic. I think my pet Slimes are both perverts.
“Alright, looks like we have an arrangement, though we may have to draw lots to see who gets to use Cottontail’s ass-pussy first. You can start by not making it an ordeal getting you back up inside me.”
“Spoilsport,” Olindia accuses as she hands me her core. When the pink marble leaves her body, the mass of slime collapses and begins to evaporate. It’s an easy task inserting her core like a tampon this time. I can feel her crawl the rest of the way north to my secret chamber.
*Motivated the Lazy Pink Slime – One Slime Mark!*
I guess that counted as a battle?
*Pets*
*Obedient Large Pink Jellyfish Slime Core*
*Contented Small Fuzzy Slime Swarm*
*Subjugated Slime Cores – Two*
