This story is somewhat unusual; check the tags for more info. In general, expect a slime girl to use her goo for urethra play and bladder teasing. Now you know; enjoy!
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Although I was a normal, short, human guy, I wore flower-themed dresses all the time to signify that I was a plant mage. I was on my way to my date, wearing my best dress; a long-sleeved one with an elegant green top, a small bra underneath, and then a red, ruffled skirt that looked like the complex, cute folds of a red carnation flower.
Long story short, this green slime girl named Flora thought the magic I showed off in the adventuring guild's training room was cool, which sparked a conversation, which led to some fashion comments, which led to horny talk, which led to her inviting me to her cottage. I was hardly expecting the gifts of fey lords to get me dates, especially since none of it actually affected people's minds, but hey, it worked.
I was still getting used to most of this magic anyway; only a few weeks ago, I was known as just Sidney instead of Sidney, Honorary Fey Knight.
The Fey Council thought I was too short to use their big heavy elemental magic, so they just gave me graceful, girly, plant-based magic. Come on, I'm five foot three! That's tall enough for a human guy, right? I'm not complaining about the reward though. Shooting thorns from my hands is much better than having to carry around a bow, and it was a fair enough payment for that insane quest. And the dresses plant mages were expected to wear... well, I was upset at first, but they're actually really cozy. Still a guy though.
Holding just a very nice rose, which I had magically woven from nothing but ordinary grass, I knocked on the front door of her cottage. It was fairly large, which made sense given how she was an accomplished adventurer. Her gooey body made her perfect for infiltrating structures and surprising all kinds of evil threats, and she brought them back alive more often than not! I wanted to see how exactly she did it...
Flora opened the door, and I was excited to see her; she never wore armor, or anything whatsoever; she just reshaped her gooey body so it looked like she was wearing clothes. Being a few inches taller than me, she did seem a little intimidating at first, but the dress she had fashioned made her look a lot cuter to make up for it. A short ruffled slime skirt, a rather large bust... honestly, much larger than I remember it being earlier... It was, oh wow, very nice.
"I brought this," I said, giving her the rose. "It was easy to make, but I thought you should have one."
"Aww! Thank you!" she said, eagerly and yet gingerly taking the rose out of my hand. She examined it, running a gooey finger against some of the petals, and then she stuck the stem in her shoulder, leaving the flower outside her body as an accessory. Benefits of being a slime I guess; you can just carry things around by shoving them in your body.
She continued talking. "And that is a lovely dress, by the way; very cute. I did call you a little sunflower earlier... How about a rose now?"
It wasn't a rose, but close enough. "You can call me whatever you like."
"Whatever I call you, it's gonna be cute. Cute sunflower, cute rose... cute little plant-based engine of destruction..."
She reached forward and ran her hand across my cheek. It was the first time she'd touched me like that... And as for plant-based engine of destruction, it sounded about right. Petal Blast, Magnolia Strike, Thorn Vortex... There were lots of good spells for destruction. Shame you can't show them off inside someone's house; hopefully the presentation earlier was enough for her.
I leaned into her hand and rubbed against it, letting her caress me. "And you said you had something planned?" I said.
"Mhm." She took her hand away from me. "We can do more of this later. For now, come on in!" She took the rose out and kept playing with it; honestly, I loved seeing how she could find enjoyment in something like that.
I stepped inside her warm living room, and she closed the door behind us; the fireplace was small and mostly just functional, but the big chairs and rugs all looked so soft. There was also a large wooden bucket with what seemed to be a plush leather lining on the inside; it was big enough to fit a pretty big person inside, up to their waist.
"So do you sit in there?" I asked.
"I sit in chairs, but sometimes I just want to liquify into a puddle and relax a little more. And there's nothing better for that than a nice, soft bucket." As she spoke, she kept spreading the rose's petals while looking at my skirt...
I waved my hips just slightly, letting the skirt shift around. "It does look really, really soft in there. So can you really just... collapse into a pool of liquid whenever you want?"
"I can do it right now, in fact." She stepped into the bucket, and I walked up right next to it. "Hold this," she said, giving me the rose.
She collapsed into a pool of goo, sloshing around for a moment before settling at the bottom of the cushioned bucket.
"Oh, that's very nice," I said.
"Not as nice as how you look from down here," she said, her goo slightly vibrating as she said it. I realized she could look up my skirt; the red underwear was tight, but it could only do so much to hold back the bulge inside of it...
I pressed my thighs together, poorly hiding my bulge as I smiled. "Looks cozy. Although, I wonder... Is it weird to think you'd be really soft to sit in?"
"It's not weird. If you want to see what it feels like, this bucket has room for two..."
I hesitated for a moment. Was sitting inside someone appropriate for a first date?
"If you don't mind, I'm curious," I said.
"Then climb in! I'll help you relax... we can save some more intimate stuff for later. Don't worry, your dress won't get sticky, I can pull myself out of it easily."
I wondered how exactly I should sit; I've never done something like this on someone. I decided to try and sit on her while keeping my feet out of the bucket, using the ringed cushioned top of the bucket as a pair of armrests. As I lowered myself inside, I felt her warm goo press against my thighs and stick to my skirt...
I sunk partly into her, and she was so soft, gooey, and squishy... honestly, she beat actual leather chairs by a long shot. She enveloped my thighs and my waist, and I wondered how far down I'd sink... soon, I stopped, still floating above the bottom of the bucket.
Her goo seeped into my underwear, touching against my erection and every other sensitive place down there, and as I leaned back, more of her pressed against me...
"I hope you don't mind," she said. The faint vibrations in her goo felt nice... especially down there. "We do both know what we're doing later..."
"Mhm," I said as I closed my eyes. "You can just... do whatever, this is nice..." She was a hot girl--even as a featureless pool of liquid--so anything she wanted, I was on board.
"Oh," she said, "I can make tentacles if you want and give you some nice rubs..."
"Yes please," I said. I briefly opened my eyes, watching simple, inch-thick tentacles rise out of her goo pool, ever so slightly lowering the goo levels in the bucket as they formed. I closed my eyes again and let them do their thing. She rubbed her tentacles against my chest, seeping through my dress and slipping underneath my bra... I couldn't help but shiver as they grazed against my nipples.
Two more tentacles flowed up to my neck and massaged it... ah, very nice... then, the tentacle on the right started caressing my cheek. As before with her hand, I leaned into it, like I was an animal enjoying being petted.
As her goo pressed against my rear, just softly enough to not penetrate inside, I shivered with arousal...
"Ah... you can go in there if you want..." I mumbled.
"Maybe later," she said.
She kept massaging my chest, rubbing my neck, pressing against my sensitive places down there... she mostly ignored my erection though, clearly not wanting to finish like this...
We relaxed like that for a while, staying more or less silent during it, just enjoying our time together... eventually, she spoke again.
"I have a question... wanna go upstairs? Or are you too relaxed to move?"
