Wild Escape

How do you feel? Can you breathe?"

Mel's husky, whiskey-tinged voice sounds different when it isn't traveling through semisolid mass; I'm still getting used to the idea that that's what she sounds like.

"So far," I huff, only wheezing a little this time, "So good."

In my six months of living in this realm, I have not spent a single night or day alone. For the first month, I didn't see a ray of sunshine that wasn't filtered through several centimeters of purple slime. Not a single molecule of oxygen has reached my lungs that didn't first pass through a thick, vaguely sweet, soft tube that had sealed itself to my lips and burrowed down my throat.

But now that I am no longer inside her, I feel her absence. I want back in. She's warm and cozy, and when she's happy - which is damned near all the time - she can't help but make little tremors that were just like the rollers in a high-quality massage chair.

"Now, now, are you sure we're not playing it up juuuust a little bit?" Mel puts her hands on her hips in a playful mocking gesture as she manifests a sexy nurse costume. It's purple and made of slime the same hue as the stuff she's made of, but the contours, relief lines, and edges are unmistakable. She's shockingly good at imitating something she's never seen.

"You're..." I coughed, "Such a tease."

"Guilty!" She giggled and thumbed her nose at me as she let her costume absorb back into her body and morphed back into her undefined humanoid form. "Look. Real talk. You know your body better than I do. If we're really going to head out there, I need to know you can survive if we get separated."

"I... I made it through the night, didn't I?" I say, shrugging.

"Yes. You survived sleeping. Soon we'll master other baby things. Like rolling on your tummy, crawling, and stranger danger!"

"You will never teach me stranger danger, love. You broke my stranger danger," I smile to let her know I'm joking.

I regret it almost immediately after saying it. Her "eyes" turn toward the cave floor, and her body begins to lose definition. She's becoming a featureless blob as she sinks down towards the floor and begins to gather into a puddle.

"Hey, hey, hey," I said, rushing to her and placing my hands beneath her surface, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Terrible joke, trying to-" I cough; the tingle in my throat is getting worse, "Trying to be sexy."

"I didn't mean to... I didn't know what you were," Mel says softly, her voice now only barely audible.

"You couldn't have known, baby. Don't apologize again. Please don't. It's OK."

I lay my head where hers had been, pressing lightly into her. She's cool and warm together, like soft skin that's been kissed by the sun and a cool breeze. I feel it dimple around my cheek bone, rising to press against one nostril like a greedy tide over a drowning man. It's an invitation for her to take me in again, and I don't know if she'll take it, but it's the best way to show her that I'm not scared of her anymore. Actions speak louder than words, especially for a slime. She doesn't immediately take me.

I flex my buried fingers, feeling the suck and flow of her slime through them. The effect was immediate for both of us: I feel the strain of an aroused dick rising into the air, and a quiver goes through her like a ripple through a pond.

"That's... not... fair..."

Her voice travels through me, crisscrossing every nerve and neuron until it finds the ones that bind me, break me, turn me into a drooling thrall to her. She plucks them like a harp, as though beginning a siren song. As though I wouldn't throw myself onto the rocks with a wink and a blown kiss from her.

"I feel for myself, my own thoughts... and then you touch me. And then I feel whatever you want me to feel."

Now it's my turn to feel guilty. She's a creature of burgeoning free will; I shouldn't be influencing her like this. I start to lean back up, draw away, but the soft, pliant skin now grips me like a magnet.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

The old terror arises: a gut reaction to having suddenly lost control of my fate. It's a feeling I've learned to cherish.

"I like this. You forget what I am, Gil."

An involuntary gulp of apprehension comes to me. She's right: she's not human. She's a slime, and this is how she preys: an ever-escalating feedback loop of lust and carnality that only grows more wanton as predator feeds prey, then feeds on prey. It only ever ends with a creature drowned in pleasure after being milked dry.

Or I should say, a gulp tries to come to me. It can't, because my mouth is suddenly full with a thick gel gag that forces my jaw open. A twitch of my head is stopped by a coil of goo that meets itself behind my head, growing towards my scalp and neck. I try to pull back - really try - but that just seems to pull her to me faster. She crawls up my arms, across my belly, wrapping around me and pulling me bodily until I literally fall into her.

******

It's always hard to discern time here. The sun only seems to set once every six days, though that's not always consistent.

The next hours dare me to count them, and I lose that dare. It's hard to stay cogent of time when your perpetually naked body is being stretched like a spring, apparently for no other reason than that your lover wants you to have more body space to caress, kiss, suck, and squeeze until you can't remember how to use any of your senses.

"Mnnngh," I recall moaning, time and time again, a submissive animal sound breathed into a creature that gripped me like her most beloved toy.

Even if anyone heard my needful, promiscuous beg to be fucked into brainless submission, I wouldn't care. Let this whole debaucherous world come and take their turn on my cock, in any of my holes, in my very soul itself.

Here I am, my soul cried, come and take me, you monsters. Drag me squirming and writhing to your lairs. Tie me down, use me up, and leave me bound for the next creature in line.

"Gooood boy," Mel says.

A feeling like the brush of a warm, supple hand on my cheek reinforces my transformation into nature's man-slut. It's the calm version of the voice of desire, the only other voice in this, my new home.

This is good.

This is right.

This is who you are, whose you are.

Where you belong.

"But not yet," Mel's voice interrupts.

She pulls at all four of my limbs, splaying me out and lifting me higher into herself. I whimper as she shifts and surges, each molecule of her seeming to fight the other, every iota of her frenzying to touch me.

"You are mine, Gil. Do you hear me?"

She takes both of my nipples into a sucking grip, pinching until I'm at the edge of pain. I buck with all my strength, but my perpetually naked form can barely move in her grasp.

"All those other bastards and bitches, they'll have their turn. I'll even take you to them."

The slime in my mouth roils, licking and sucking at my tongue as her mass tosses and shakes me within her, as if to mock me with the writhing I failed at seconds ago. She's grinding and rutting my body into hers, since I can't do it myself.

"I'll be your guide, your navigator, your assistant. Your partner in discovery."

The shaking of her body becomes a thirty hertz pounding, slamming me into a flowing mass of embodied lechery that has never known restraint.

"But you are mine. Just mine. You may fall into the arms, coils, or tentacles of as many others as your wish, but as long as you are in this realm, you will always return to me."

And then, she bends me. Wrapping tight around my arms and legs like a cuff, she pulls them back as she clamps tight around my chest. I feel the breath press out of me as she packs into my mouth, pressing my tongue down, pooling so thickly under my lips that I'd drool her out if I wasn't already drowning in her.

In a brief moment of clarity, I realize that she's pushing my cock forward, jutting me out in a lewd pose I could never have held in any other substance. She rams down onto my dick with a tight, suctioning coil of slime, pulling in slow, languid strokes that grip and roll across it.

The pace doesn't stay slow. With each sucking pull comes a downstroke like that of a meteor impact that makes my insides quiver. She accelerates, drawing up to jackhammer pace as she continues stretching my limbs out and backwards.

The last of my coherent thoughts disappears into the debauchery as I surrender everything to her, coming unmoored from my body as she draws my soul into her.

******

Well, that wasn't very scientific.

The thought comes to me in a familiar voice, but not my own.

Blinking awake, I take a deep breath, then another. It takes me a moment to realize what is different: the realm's aphrodisiac air isn't tickling my lungs into a coughing fit. In this world, that only time I've ever been able to safely breathe has been when she's engulfing me like a HAZMAT suit. I'm not seeing a sheen of purple over everything at that moment; indeed, when I lift my hands to examine them, they're the typical pink-peach of human extremities.

"You're still not really ready to explore this place, but I'm not sure when or if you ever will be. Almost any monster in this world will permanently melt your mind if they catch hold of you," Mel says.

She's so much more intelligent now than the mute monster that captured me six months ago. She may even be smarter than I am.

"Are you... inside me?" I ask aloud.

"Usually," She says lewdly; I feel a warm tingle across my ass as she says it, "But yes. I'm your passenger now. Give the man his prize!"

The sensation of her presence inside me is odd, because she is a sensory experience now. In the feelings of happiness, thrill, and anticipation, she's there, smiling, grinning wickedly, or outright leering as she touches herself when I imagine what the creatures of this world are about to do to me.

"You'll get to that. First, I need to make sure it's safe," Mel says.

"Safe... to throw myself into the clutches of rapacious monsters?"

"Well... relatively safe." In my mind's eye, she shrugs.

As I rise from supine on the cave floor, still naked as the day I was born, I lookdown to see my own body morphing... or more accurately, morphing back to normal.

"The fuck..." I begin quietly.

"You slept on your own last night. No sexy slime girl sleeping bag. Couldn't have my good boy getting a bad back on the hard floor," Mel teases.

My hands are still hands, I think to myself as I flex them in front of me, waiting for any sign that something weird is happening to them, too.

"Am... am I a slime now?" I ask.

As if of its own volition, my left hand turns palm up, and a twenty-centimeter-high living bust of her human form gathers up from my skin and appears in my hand. Purple, as always.

"No, you are still human," Tiny Mel says, unbothered by my drawing back a bit, "You just had a little bit of help with the bed cushions."

A vague sense of wrong stirs within me. She's now taking up residence in my body, and has at least partial control over it. I still feel I can move it where I want to. Just don't want to make her go away. Yeah... yeah, that's all.

"But... your body's resistance to change does present a bit of a challenge to your 'fuck everything' goal. There's lots of powerful monsters here who will drain you dry, then keep using your mindless body until you turn to mush," She says.

"My 'fuck everything' goal?" I scratch my head nervously with my unoccupied hand, "That wasn't exactly my aim in coming here."

"There's no need to be embarrassed. No jealously here. I want to see what you look like when you're getting fucked in all the different ways this realm has to offer. Maybe even more than one at a time," Mel shuddered in delight, letting one hand roam down her naked stomach.

"But?" I ask.

She doesn't get distracted often, but she is a slime. Their minds easily return to the gutter.

"Oh, right. Your body. I don't know how to fix it. So... we're gonna go see some of my family. They might know."

Without looking back at the wall I'd passed through when I entered this universe, without even realizing I'm going to do it, I walk confidently into the light. We're off to meet the queen.

"I just hope she doesn't try to keep you for herself."