The perils of Anteronia continue to astonish me. It has been three days since I had lost my companions in the riot that broke out in the temple district, and while I tried to make the most of my situation by experiencing some of the joys that are to be had here, I have had little luck in either securing housing or finding a demonologist
Yeah, well, maybe you shouldn’t give all the traveling money to the bug guy next time and spend the rest on charlatans? You shouldn’t be so quick to trust strangers, no matter how nice they seem.
I admit I have been quick to accept friendly faces here in the city. In the past days, such confidence in other sapients has been beneficial, and other times, it led to disaster.
Beneficial to you, maybe. Most of those quacks tried to get rid of me. But tell them about your new friend, hm?
There’s an art to the narrative structure here. I may be a student of scientific theory, but I cannot explain matters of passion with just a cold researcher’s style. To do that would lose all meaning in the acts.
I guess you gotta be a weirdo to get off to lab notes. But yeah, Tell them about Eshere!
Eshere, yes, that was an exciting and enlightening story. It began when I was rudely awakened one morning at the park. A soldier in the service of Judicator tapped me on the head with her club. Though I could not see the frown upon her face, the burning disdain in her eyes was there. “I found you, disruptor of the peace,” she growled. “Now, you will come with me and face justice.”
The Judicators, as I have come to know, are those who feel they should impose their rules of chastity and order upon the land. I wasn’t ready to listen to those who would jeopardize the freedom of expression this city holds so dear, so I used one of my emergency reserves of spells to cast a slippery oil under the officer’s boots. She slipped on it, falling upon her back. The scene of her scrambling back up would have been comical, but I took the opportunity to flee posthaste.
My exit led me out of the park towards a housing district. The buildings there showed the signs of neglect, and their style was entirely different from the clean and new constructions of the marketplace and temple districts.
Yeah, I told Tik all about the boring details she loves about stuff like this. It’s an old-ass city, and people here are all about pleasing themselves, one way or the other, which means taking the little guy and squishing them under their heels, sometimes literally. It can be a fun time, or not. Depends on who you ask, really.
A sad state, indeed, but despite that, the people in the district seemed to make do, sitting on their corners, dressing in old, but revealing, outfits or peddling their wares as I passed by.
But, once the whistle of the officer blared down the street, everyone slipped away. I tried to make my own way to one of the houses, but the door had been locked. With no time to attempt to pick it, I hopped into the nearest alleyway, a cramped space, even for someone of my size, that eventually widened out to something more comfortable for a human.
The officer, slicked up by my oil, slipped through the crack more easily than I had, and she shouted at me to cease and to submit. That was not something I was planning on doing, so I continued my hasty retreat, only to trip upon something, falling down onto the ground and hitting my snout upon hard cobblestone.
The accumulated slime of the street was thick, and taking in a big whiff of it, along with falling into the stuff, disoriented me. I wasn’t quite sure what happened, but there was a shout, a shuffle, and a moan.
Yeah, It was all fascinating. You were out of it, sure, but I got to see the whole thing.
So, I blacked out, and you didn’t think to tell me about this until now?
I can’t reveal all my secrets, can I? But, if you’d like, I’ll give you the tour of that missing time of yours. Just let me control the pen for a little while.
Ah, so where were we? Tik Tik had fallen face-first into the sludge, getting a whiff of the stank of accumulated city waste. Luckily for her, I was able to take the driver’s seat and flip over onto our back. That officer loomed over us. Too bad I couldn’t fully manifest. I would have taken her out with the power of my perversion, and she would have loved it. Sadly, all I could do was make kobold goo-goo eyes at her.
She took one look at that adorable, baby-buzzard dragon face, and lifted her club, ready to put an end to that ugly thing and-
That is no way to treat your host, Zelb. I am not ugly, and you know it.
Relax, Tik, I’m just testing the waters, here. You’re adorable. I’d fuck ya if I weren’t stuck in your head.
Anywho, that’s when that disgusting slime we had found ourselves in had slipped away from us, pooling around the officer’s feet. Captain Tightass stepped back, praying to her stick-in-the-mud deity as the slime mass crawled up along her body. “No, by Judicator, stop! You’re impeding the law!” So karmic for her to get her comeuppance.
The slime made its way up to the officer’s knees before a mass loomed up behind her, taking on a vaguely humanoid form. Then, as its arms wrapped around the officer’s chest, it took on more definition. As it held her down, it smiled at her, like a catfolk child playing with a mouse. Soon enough, it took on all of her colors, becoming a total copy of the woman.
The officer tried to fight it off, at first, but soon, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a loud, sighing moan. At that, she fell, the slime creature dropping her to the ground. Then, it looked to us, approached, and you woke up.

Yes, knowing the context of the situation would surely have made me more aware of the possible dangers that were before me. Had you told me about the mimicry, I probably would have been more wary. When my awareness returned, it was blurry at first, tainted violet from your cursed existence. But, when I got a real look at the rescuer, it was not a slime monster. It was a kobold. Green, and perhaps a little slimy, but a kobold, nonetheless.
“Hey, miss, we really need to get going!” she said to me in the common tongue. I tried to speak to her in our native Draconic to ask her what was going on, but she frowned and said. “I, uh… I don’t understand.”
I grabbed hold of her outstretched hand and squeaked when I saw the officer, curled up and groaning in what I thought was a pained expression, but now I know better.
“We can’t stick around for her to wake up,” the kobold said, tugging at me, but too weak to let me go.
“Where… what… happen?” I asked “Name?”
The kobold frowned, but quickly barked, “Eshere. Now please, follow me.”
Seeing no alternative, I agreed to Eshere’s plea and took the kobold’s hand as she led me through various alleyways. If I wasn’t lost already in the sprawling slums of the lower side of Anteronia, I had become so at that point, but strangely, I felt no fear of the stranger. Perhaps it was the kobold familiarity, or maybe how this person seemingly rescued me, but mostly, it was a super sexy demon interested in seeing why the slime monster dropped the guard after starting to have such a good time. It was me, after all, who put those next words in your mouth.
“I should thank you,” I had thought I had said that, but apparently, those weren’t even my own words. Such is the curse of being possessed.
Eshere stopped at the back entrance of one of the many houses that line the street. Blushing, the kobold slipped us both inside, and I found ourselves in the muggy, hot room. “I’m sorry, I… I can’t.” 
“Aw, why not? Tik Tik think Eshere cute. Want see what Tik Tik can do?”
Eshere took a few steps away from me, bumping into a coffee table. Strange, that a kobold would live in a house seemingly designed for humans.
“Look, you don’t understand, Miss. I’m not…”
I purred as I pressed myself up against Eshere’s body, rolling my tongue out and licking over the slimy kobold’s face. Eshere’s whole form shuddered at the touch, and then the kobold pushed me away. “I said ‘no!’”
I stumbled back in my possessed stupor, falling onto a cushiony bag. Had that been there a moment before?
Eshere’s gasp alerted me to some danger, but I could not react quick enough. How was I supposed to know that my body would stick to the cushion? Was I supposed to know that furniture could come alive, sprout eyes and mouths, and make tentacles that wrapped around my body?
“S… Siiis!” Eshere groaned, running fingers over her face. “No, this is a friend, not food!”
“Food!?” I yelp. I had experience with larger creatures seeing me as a snack. And this appeared to be another tally in that regard. The hot and muggy air circulated around me as the walls and the furniture distorted into fleshy pseudopods and chuckling teeth. Between my legs, a long tongue emerged, rubbing up against my slit as fingers and tentacles and lips caressed over my body.
Eshere shook her head, covering her eyes. She called this creature, this house, its sister. It was then that I realized the slimy form looked remarkably like myself, even down to the faint outline of the colored snout indicative of a kobold of the Dragon’s Heir tribe—impossible this far from home, unless Eshere was like me, perhaps even just like me—a copy, created by some form of slime creature.
Eshere’s form melted away, and I was at the mercy of the tentacled horror as its tendrils found their way deep down into both my slit and my mouth. I groaned, the feeling strange, yet not that unpleasant. I could have seen myself wishing to experiment with this “Sis,” but as it stood then and there, I was in danger.
That is when a clear green jelly splashed from the puddle in which Eshere disappeared. It wrapped around me, sealing my body away from Eshere’s house-sized sister. I was pulled away by a slick “pop,” something that made me gasp and take in the green goo as I breathed in to scream. It was then I realized that the slime that grabbed me was Eshere itself!
Eshere’s taste is not unpleasant, something of the plant “mint” mixed with other sweets. I must admit that the flavor of such things does not suit a kobold’s palette, yet the taste here made me realize just what the humans liked in their sugary treats.
Eshere pulled me free, leaving me in a rolling bubble of jelly as it slides out the door. Soon, we made it outside, and Eshere spat me out, taking on my form once more as it lay on the ground, coughing and sputtering. Ach… gross!” the slime creature grimaced. “Did you… did you enjoy Sis doing that to you?”
I was quite perplexed at first at Eshere’s reaction, but for the moment, I was grateful for the rescue. For it is from that I could be sure that this was a friend and not a foe, but above that, Eshere appears to be quite an interesting subject of study while I figure out how to get back on track with my mission. Surely, I have more to report on her, and Sis, soon.