hey-o. Elizabeth here. So, I've been reading a lot of things with monsters, and generally speaking, the forest-dwelling monster (whether male, female, or otherwise) is the one that violates and enslaves the human who foolishly wanders into their woods. I thought the reverse of this scenario would be fun to write about, with an innocent (not for long though) slime girl as the protagonist.
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Tourmaline the slime was doing what any green slime loved best: photosynthesis. She basked in the sunlit patch in the middle of her lovely forest clearing, completely relaxed. So relaxed, that her legs had melted into the puddle of goo where her feet normally were, and the rest of her translucent body was loosely propped up on the side of a large, gray rock. Her large, bare, glistening breasts shimmered in the sunlight, and her hands were joined above the thick mat of goo comprising her long hair, resting against the rock. She was glad that she didn't wear clothing like most of the other forest dwellers did, or else it might have gotten stuck inside of her half-melted body. It was always difficult for her to get loose objects out of herself.
She had a lot of time to think, and so put her mental energy towards planning how she could make her beautiful flower-adorned clearing even better. "
Hmmm, would a patch of roses be a nice addition, or would the thorns make the guests a little uneasy?
" she wondered, wanting to impress the other residents of the forest. Especially the fairies; having at least one of these magical creatures around would certainly deter the horrid creatures which lived outside the forest and make it more lively. One of their illusions could make her entire grove invisible to the eyes of anything unwanted. But, she didn't want to think about the horrible fates she had heard happen to others like her before, and enjoyed the delicious warmth of the sunlight as she dozed off.
When she woke up later, the sun had moved so that the patch of golden sunlight was now a foot to her right. Tourmaline groaned, still half-melted in her puddle, and lazily slid against the side of the rock to meet the sun, leaving her former position on the rock ever so slightly moist.
Then she heard a twig break in the woods behind her, and instinctively jolted upward. Her glistening legs quickly grew out of the puddle of melted goo, leaving only the usual small puddle at her feet. Maybe the sound was a deer. Or maybe that perpetually drunken nymph that sometimes stumbled into her clearing. But, she realized that the woods had been awfully silent all day; "
Where was everyone?
" she wondered.
She listened closely, preparing for any of the regular visitors. But, when she heard the cutting of vines and undergrowth rather than the gentle pushing aside of plant life that accompanied a regular visitor, her curiosity turned into horror as she saw a glimmer of metal in the trees, slashing at the vines. There was no doubt that it was the worst of creatures, the most dangerous thing for an unaccompanied slime to be around: a human, one of the worst fiends in existence. Their appetite to conquer nature and use it to their own ends was feared throughout the population of every forest, and even one human intruder would make anyone in miles flee. And it was even worse for slimes, who had a few vulnerabilities in regards to humans which some of their kind were more than a little curious about...
Tourmaline backed up as quickly as she could just as she made out the gray clothing of a human. She knew from folklore that if the human caught her and had their way with her, that she could say farewell to her life in the woods. Slimes were unfortunately the worst equipped to deal with a human; even the very touch of a human had unfortunate, drug-like effects on her kind which would render them...
Tourmaline stopped thinking about what would happen to her and ran. Thinking about it would just make the effects worse if she were caught. She ran as fast as her squishy legs allowed, not at all confident that three meters per second was enough to outrun the much faster, more sturdily built human. But, she could pass through obstacles more easily, so she had a chance. Just as she reached the opposite edge of her clearing, stepping over a few short flowers in her path, she turned to see the human in full. At 5'11", he was about her height. He had brown, ruffled hair, and a cleanly shaven, stern face. He wasn't particularly muscular, and if he were a non-human creature like an elf, he would have been pretty cute. But there was nothing cute about the most dangerous thing alive. He brushed chunks of leaves and vines from his shirt as he marched forward with his machete. It was not the blade she feared; blades couldn't do anything to her. No, the person itself was hundreds of times more dangerous. He stared at her with his deep, blue eyes, brandishing a lustful smile of satisfaction.
He spoke. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "I just want to take you somewhere nicer than this dirty forest." Tourmaline, rather than call him out on what she saw as an obvious lie, retreated into the woods, knowing full well what he wanted to do. The branches wobbled as she passed through them with ease, but the forest on this side of the clearing was not all that thick. The human wouldn't be terribly slowed down.
As she ran, the human behind her was hardly slowed by the branches and plants and vines. He maneuvered around some of them and slashed apart the rest of the obstructing foliage. Tourmaline's entire body, and especially her breasts, jiggled with every long step she took.
The human was catching up. He was no more than three body-lengths away, and held steady. But, she wasn't far from a thick patch of trees and bushes; if she could make it there, she could outrun him. Two body lengths remained as Tourmaline got close to a bush. And then, just before she was caught, she ran her form into the bush, only slightly slowed by it. But, the human was close. Close enough to touch her. He reached out and touched her slick, translucent hair with one swipe of his hand. Then she pulled away, and was out of his reach.
Immediately, Tourmaline felt a delightful tingle in the goo comprising her hair. The touch of a human and the tiny amount of his surface oils were like nothing she had ever felt; it was like a sudden jolt of erotic pleasure in a place where it shouldn't have been. The hint of hot delight stayed with her as she gained ground, eventually escaping the threat.
When she no longer heard the human, she finally stopped running, and sat inside of a bush, desperate to catch her breath while she scanned for threats. She was unsurprised to see that many leaves were stuck inside of her body from all the branches she had passed through, and took a little time to remove them. Although the erotic tingle had died down, and Tourmaline did her best to suppress any desire to experience it again, it had left her feeling deeply horny.
She took off to the right as soon as she caught her breath; slimes needed to breathe too, after all. Hoping that the human would find another target, she moved at her normal walking speed. After half an hour, she was confident that he was no longer around, but faced a new problem; the horniness was not going away. The adrenaline just made it worse. She needed to please herself; maybe then it would go away, and she could focus more.
Tourmaline might have had a malleable form, but her erogenous zones were always in the same places as every other girl in the woods. She leaned against a wide tree, and reached towards her groin with her right hand. Her slick touch against the slick wetness of her opening was a familiar experience. She massaged her clit with two fingers, shoving the rest into her opening. Her motions were the same, reliable ones that she could count on in the past.
