Mark walked through the cave, his feet felt like they would fall off from all the walking he had done. Sighing, Mark sat down on a rock, pulling out a waterbottle and some food he had packed for this adventure. His mind wandered as he ate the sandwich, he thought about home, how there was not much that really awaited him when he got back, he had the occasional jogger or camping family, but often times it was just him, that's why he left to take an adventure, to get his mind off of how lonely he was.
As he started to finish and pack up to head back out, he heard slithering. 'Are there snakes in here? Oh God I hope not' he thought as he started to back away, not really wanting to take his chances if the sound was indeed snakes, especially if they were venomous, but as he walked back, he didn't notice the slimy appendage that crept behind him, grabbing his ankle and pulling him down to the floor, knocking him put cold.
When Mark awoke, a dull throb was the first thing he noticed, but that soon was pushed to the back of his mind, he had a much bigger problem. Cold, slimy tentacles gripped his arms and legs, his body completely exposed as his clothes were in a pile in the corner. "W-What the hell..." he muttered.
He would have screamed it, but he was too shocked. Her heard the sound once more as he closed his eyes, expecting to see the face of death, his heart pounded against his chest, his adrenaline was through the roof. 'Is...this the end?' He questioned in his mind as he braced himself to meet his doom, but he didn't. He felt a warm, slimy hand caressing the side of his face, another stroking his dark brown locks. He slowly opened his eyes as he saw a...well he didn't know how to describe it, a monster? A woman? A monster woman?
Her skin was a light shade of blue, where her hair should have been were tentacles, but he could assume it was like her hair, her body was that of the hourglass figure, large breast which were covered only by the 'hair' and large hips with a smaller waist, her groin, covered by a cloth that was the only clothes she wore, and her eyes...what he expected to be cold, dead eyes, were full of warmth...maybe even love, and an emotion he couldn't quite place.
"...W-What...uh...W-Who are you?" He asked, trying his best to not freak himself out as she could freak out or hurt him in return.
As he asked that he noticed his body was feeling...odd a feeling he had never felt, in all 19 years of his life. She seemed to snap out of her state, pulling her hand away, strings of her slime still connected to his face and her hand.
"OH, I. .I didn't think...I wasn't prepared..." she said as he looked at her confused.
'Is...she embarrassed?' He wondered "I'm Cali" she said, her blue cheeks turning a bit of a purple colour. "And...you're Mark" she said as he looked at her.