The following excerpts are from my recent study of slimes and related creatures. These come from field notes, journal entries, and other such writings


Three days have passed since I had entered the city of Anteronia, fabled for its understanding and celebration of all things erotic. Little did I know, however, how dangerous a city can be when one is used to live in the wilderness of the Wildlands. A trip to the Temple District saw me and my friends separated, yet I had the distinct pleasure of exchanging techniques with one of the locals, a very vocal harpy. 
Too bad the local authorities, the Judicators, had no intention of allowing my new acquaintance and me to know each other more than carnally, and they gave chase. If it wasn’t for the surprise feeding of a local slime named Eshere, I would have been caught, and then, I wouldn’t have any means to find myself the demonologist I need to free myself of the pest that is the possessing demonic spirit, Zelb.
Oh, with the melodrama already. Can’t you give it a rest, Tik? This town is great, and you’ve found yourself quite good friends indeed. This house wants to fuck you all day long, and your host wants nothing to do with sex. Now, that’s what I call a challenge worth accepting
I am not going to force someone to enjoy something they don’t care for. I cannot derive pleasure from someone that is unwilling to give it. What is even the point of that?
I could tell you, but it looks like your chair is getting a little frisky right now…
More research awaits, it seems. I’ll compile my thoughts on this wondrous creature postha- [Note, the rest of this page is far too splotched to transcribe. I don’t recall, for the life of me, what I was going to say. Instead, enjoy this reminiscence from my time at home.]


There have been many slimes that lived in the caves back home in the caverns of the Dragon’s Lair kobold tribe. They are mindless, consuming things, devoid of color and of a purpose beyond their own survival. I recall, once, an encounter with one that proved one part dangerous and other parts intriguing. If only I knew then what I know now.
Quiquan and I worked for Tikkit, master trapmaker. Our job, then, was to develop new traps to use on outsiders. On this particular journey, we were assigned the task to find nonlethal means of incapacitating adventurers and ridding them of their valuable gold.
I had never seen eye-to-eye with Quiquan, the light blue kobold always had her head in the moss and never listened to anyone else, but it was Tikkit’s orders that I follow her, and follow her I did.
“I’m telling you, Tik Tik,” Quiquan began, hopping onto platforms of rock over a pit, “the ancient ruins beneath the caverns are ripe with designs, both natural and artificial. If we can find something there and become ‘inspired’ by it, Master Tikkit will love it for sure.
“Just be careful, Quiquan,” I had told her. “It’s dangerous down this deep. Burrowers are sure to make their way to this place. They could really be-”
“Oh, you’re just paranoid,” Quiqan said. And with that, she hopped to the far end of the ravine. I had kept my eyes on the jumps I would have to make, so it was a few moments before I realized that she had gone silent.
When I glanced up, there was Quiquan, suspended in the middle of the tunnel. She was frozen, her limbs stuck in the middle of her jump. The only movement that came from her was the slight rotation of her body. I watched this display for a few moments, wracking my mind on what it could possibly be. But then, I noticed it—that sickeningly sweet smell that came from only one source—a slime.
As if to confirm my suspicion, the leathers of Quiquan’s belt and pouch shrank and warped, dissolving before my eyes. When she finally faced me, her eyes were wide in terror, her mouth agape.
There are many slimes in the darkness, and one cannot see them before it is too late. The tell-tale signs of all-too-clean tunnels were not something we had the comfort of knowing here. The only path across between tunnels must have been eroded by this creature, and at that point, I had to think fast before my clumsy companion was eroded away down to the bone.
When Quiquan’s pouch dissolved, various tools and items spilled out for me to see. That’s when I thought of my own equipment. Unlike my companion, I had dabbled a bit in the arts of chemicals. I pulled out one that was quite intriguing, but one I had not found a use for yet.
For years, kobolds with stomach issues ate a certain white stone found in the caverns. It was said to have a healing effect against the fire burning inside. But the most interesting part about these rocks is that I had never ever seen a slime traverse those tunnels. My inquisitive mind mixed with the communal protection of kobold kind at that moment, and I took that stone and chucked it across the ravine with all of my strength.
The stone stopped in mid-air, only to slowly sink through the first few inches of the creature’s outer membrane. What happened next was a sight to behold, indeed. The stone fizzed and foamed, calcifying the slime until it turned into a giant wall of stony material, completely covering the edge and the tunnel beyond.
I had not thought of such a potential, and I scrambled across the ravine as quick as I could, hoping that my mistake hadn’t cost the life of a fellow trapmaker. After all, if Quiquan got herself killed, then Master Tikkit would reprimand me for sure.
As I approached the final jump, the material shifted and crumbled, and Quiquan’s head poked out. She gasped, breathing roughly for a moment before she locked her eyes upon me. “Are you trying to kill me!?” She snapped.
Hands on my hips, I responded to her in kind. “You’re doing a good enough job of that, yourself. Can you get free?”
Quiquan struggled and shivered, and finally, she shook her head. “N… no. It’s tougher deeper in. We need tools.”
“Alright, then, I’ll go get some help. It might take a while.” I spun around and skipped back across. Now, the one getting in trouble would be Quiquan.
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Wow, Tik Tik, that story of yours was fucking boring! No wonder you didn’t understand the importance of slimes in the erotic arts. Yeesh, you and your friends took down Estrasa, and she didn’t send a single of those things at you? She really dropped the ball there, didn’t she? I’m going to take this pen of yours, and I’m going to tell your readers a really sexy story. None of this analysis shit. Let’s go!


In a small city far from the dens of vice of Anteronia, there lived an alchemist named Jeremiah Stalish. Now, Stalish had been creating all sorts of wonderful brews—cures for ailments that would not plague the world for years, riches for himself, and the most potent drugs that even give demons a buzz. But, there was one thing he was never able to do. That’s when he turned toward the book that gave him the incantations to summon me.
Sitting at the demonic circle, Stalish raised the cup of blood up high and chanted the incantations “Venite daemonium, et vocavi te in nomine tuo, Zelb——!”
With a flash of hellfire, my wondrous material form emerged. Physical shape—it is the most wondrous feeling there is. Really, there is no feeling without it. So, as soon as I manifested, I set to work, feeling the smooth curve of my body and letting out a luxurious moan.
Stalish, meanwhile, kept up a grim resolve, even at the sight of my magnificence, but I could tell that while he was strong in mind, his body was weak, so weak, so brimming with lust. I placed my finger upon my lips and leaned in, letting him see my flesh and desire it, but, he did not falter in his resolve as he instead spoke his desires to me.
“Demon, Zelb—, you are under my command, now.”
“Oooh, yes, Master… only because you did such a good job…” I purred. Of course, I was lying. His syntax was so rudimentary, but he was cute, so I played along. “What is it you wish of a little demon like me?” An understatement to be sure. He liked his women busty, and that’s the form I took for him.
“I desire the means of procreation,” he says “but no woman has been able to take my seed.”
I floated back, spreading my legs and sliding my wettened fingers down my glistening body. “Oooh, so you wish to take me, master, as the mother to your child?”
He shook his head, so I crossed my legs and pouted. “Then, what the fuck do you want?”
“What I want from you-” he said, standing up and letting his robes fall down before him, revealing his thin and nude form. Still a cutie, but that dong, Tik. Oh, sorry, saliva on the page. Where was I?
 “What I want is to make for me the perfect mate, one who will take my seed and create a perfect heir to my name.”
That was when I had my idea. Oh, Tik Tik, my beautiful host, all the things I used to be able to do. Life got boring after a while, but the fun times came whenever some simpleton thought to take advantage of my power. “Alright, master, please relax as I give you what you desire. I just… need to make contact with you…” I held my hands out, beckoning him towards a warm embrace.
He brushed aside the salt used to hold me in place within the trap, breaking the spell on my physical form. It was then I came upon him, spinning around his small frame before I pressed my body up against his, bountiful breasts squishing against his small back. My hands wrapped around his body, sharpened nails teasing at his smooth flesh. He was of an impish stock, weak and hairless, but with a powerful mind. “Your will is strong,” I whispered to him, hot breath brushing at his ear, “But let us see just how strong…”
With that, I slipped my hands down, fingers wrapping around his length as my other hand made quick work to fondle upon his balls. This is when my demonic magic began. Lubrication is of no concern for a demon, as my touch instantly made him leak. He provided us with all we needed to let my hand slide up and down his shaft. The more I stroked, the more he oozed, and the more he blushed, breaking down his facade of control. I wondered then if he knew that I had complete domination over him and not the other way around, but the game was too good to ask and risk breaking the illusion.
He would answer me, in his own way, thrusting forward, fucking my hand like the desperate little whore he had become.
They all think they can control it—their natural desires, perverted to something I can control. Why mortals try to think what they are doing is giving up their minds, their very souls, for the base pleasure is beyond me. I may be lust incarnate, yet the power that wells up in mortals as I open their hearts to my temptation—that is true power.
White pearly cum dripped from between my fingers and oozed from his cock head, sprinkling the stone floor with more jism than any man should be able to hold. His groans were a mix of surprise and pleading, his hips frantically moving of their own accord.
That face he made the moment he reached orgasm is etched upon my mind. That was the moment I had won. The moment he gave up being a learned scholar and became nothing but my little slut. Even if it was just for that moment, he remembered it for the rest of his days.
The eruption that resulted was a spectacle as well. I let go of him and let his cock explode all on its own. Standing back, I gave myself a little taste, bringing my stained fingers to my lips, my tongue wiggling between the cracks as he fell to his knees, gallons upon gallons of orgasm working through him, splashing all upon the floor until he was completely dried out, his cock heaving with the need to make more, but there was no more.
“There… your heir,” I said to him, giving him a quick bow.
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Surely, any mortal would be stunned to be so milked at the hands of a powerful demon like me. But, we were not done here. He had requested an heir, and I had given it to him, though obviously not how he intended.
I pulled my fingers from my lips, having cleaned them of the alchemist’s copious secretions. With a loud gulp, I had finished my meal of delicious semen.
“Ah, there we go, ‘master,” I taunted him. “I see now why you’ve found it so hard for women to bear your seed.”
“Wh… what is the reason…?” He groaned, curling up on the ground, weakened by my work pumping him dry of reserves he most certainly didn’t know he had.
“It’s funny…” I said, floating on over towards his work table. There vials and flasks bubble with mixtures of all sorts. “For someone whose whole life is about the creation of new things, to be the host of dead seed is a cosmic joke of the gods.”
“Dead… seed…?”
“Oh, yes,” I said, picking up one of his concoctions. I shrugged and downed it in a single gulp. Oh, how it burned, but with a satisfied belch, I tossed the flask aside, letting it shatter upon the ground. “You’ve no doubt produced volumes of the stuff for your experiments, and I’ve no doubt the ladies were satisfied your potency, but for all your attempts, you lacked that most fundamental part within you. Sorry, pal, but you have no swimmers. And none of those little guys means none of them to burrow their way into the woman’s eggs.”
I loomed over him now, my smile wide and sparkling in the dim light of the work chamber. “It’s all quite simple, Doctor Stalish—you may never have a human heir. Not even my power can grant you that. Perhaps the sleeping goddess of fertility may have helped you there, but you chose me, staunch atheist that you are. Now, let me show you the true form of your child.”
With that, I snapped my fingers, and the pool of semi-coagulated jism worbled, and then it gurbled, and soon, it coalesced together into a small mound right by the alchemist’s face. “There you are, prof,” I said, kneeling down before him. “Your very own little jizz baby.” I placed my hand upon the sticky ooze, petting its dome. “Feed it enough, and it should start to be even smarter than you one day. In fact, I think you’ll find it quite mature right after it’s done with its first meal.”
Stalish gasped, but a moment later, the little splooge latched onto his face. I just sat back, admiring my nails as the creature oozed over his body, covering his nude form until he was in a spunk cocoon. He struggled, for a little bit, his screams muffled by the cum he gargled, but he was quiet soon enough.
“Well, ‘master,’ with your ascension, it’s time for me to go. So, I will bid you adieu. Make sure you make better decisions than your daddy did, okay little cum stain?”
I patted the slime once more, but the more massive creature snapped at my hand, forming the face of the consumed scientist. “Yes, yes, be careful what you wish for, Mr. Alchemist,” I said, purring as I flicked my tail across his slimy face. “It might just come true.”
I must admit I was quite surprised by the loin-spawn slime that grew up from the puddle, taking the form of a man, now fully consumed by his own ambition. I swelled with pride, just a little bit as he grew with lust where his pelvis would be.
Oh, and did he take his new form to heart. Yes, technically, the alchemist’s soul was off in the afterlife at that point, but the mind of the man I had dominated remained here as an echo inside the child he so desperately wanted. He reached out for me, grabbing my neck and slamming me against the table. Glass shattered, and wood crackled and hissed as acids ate away at it, but the look of anger, of desire, in the slime’s eyes, makes gives me a ghost of the excitement I felt back then.
He invaded me with the soft, yet filling slime-cock, and he expanded. I couldn’t help myself but let out a squeal of delight. I had created this monster out of some man’s selfish ambition, and now he sought to be selfish with me as if he thought this was punishment. HA mortals, so full of themselves. The giving and taking of pleasure are eternal in the pit. What was once torment became a pastime to demons who lived their entire existence in the darkness. What was once hated becomes embraced, and even as pain worked against my physical form, I wrapped my legs around his body, pulling him in closer, hissing in pained delight as he consumed me, just as he did his father.
The thing tingled as it touched my body. Those fingers that wrapped around me melded together in a solid mass, choking out my airway. My scant few breaths in this physical form stopped as the slime closed the pipe.
Do you know what it’s like, to go to sleep just after climax hits you? To let a larger, more powerful form overwhelm all of your body, and then only for blackness to remain? Then, to wake up in the underworld, refreshed from that new experience?
Haha… of course you don’t You’re mortal, bitch! That shit will kill you dead. For me, the loss of a physical body only means I need to wait for a new one.


Wait, are you saying that if we found a way to kill you back before you were sealed in my body, then-
Then, you wouldn’t have to deal with me now. Isn’t that wonderful?
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Dear reader,
I am unsure how to handle the revelation that Zelb imparted upon me. If we had known that she could be so easily dealt with before she had possessed me, then I would never have traveled here to Anteronia to begin with. This demonic possession vexes me to no end, and she finds more ways to make me question my ability to counter her constant reminders of my failure. I must hasten my search to find a demonologist who could remove Zelb from me. Unfortunately, I am wanted by the Judicators of the city, and, as such, my search must be made in secret.
My hiding away has afforded me more time to observe Eshere and Sis. I cannot help but pay attention to their curious anatomies. Neither are they mindless, like the slimes of my home nor do they seem to possess a transferred intelligence as is the case of the Alchemist named Stalish. Eshere is rather quiet, but prone to being helpful. Sis, on the other hand, is quite friendly, and often intimate with me.
Sis cannot speak for itself, as it is a particularly ancient form of protoplasmic matter, one that Eshere had no word for, yet I know well on my own. While their kind is not unknown to adventurers around the world, the Dragon’s Heir tribe is more than lucky to have never run into a mimic. How one could come to a city, let alone survive to become the size of a house is a story, indeed!
I asked Eshere about this since we are able to more easily communicate. The following, then, is a transcription of her telling of the tale:


As far as I can tell, Sis has been here as long as there were people. Anteronia wasn’t always this bustling city. It was a place of nature. The earliest memories she had were of ambushing small creatures, disguising herself as the carcasses of tiny beetles and letting the bigger scavengers come to her. Eventually, though, the animals disappeared as the humans arrived, centered around her home.
She didn’t stay small, and as she grew, more and more of her was able to become all sorts of different things. Thanks to humans, she had inspiration for new shapes and textures. She developed eyes to see and ears to hear, but not as you have. More like what I have. I’m sorry. It’s not easy to convey this information. I may adopt your shapes, but I don’t understand vertebrates well. It’s something I’m learning quickly, though. Again, sorry.”
[Tik’s Note: At this point, I assured her that it was fine and that she should continue.]
Sis learned to understand the ways of the people, and soon, even found herself watching some of the ancient ceremonies performed there. ‘Great Spirits,’ apparently, the deities are called. I think her old home is what is now the Temple District. If I understand her correctly, her first real connection to humanity came from a priestess.
The priestess made sure to participate in all of her rites and to give glory to the Great Spirit. One way to do that was with a particular ritual, where the priestess sat in front of the altar, a structure that no longer exists. She would then take out a mortar and pestle and grind up herbs. Sis had eaten such things when hunting meat was too dangerous. The priestess then raised the bowl up and then poured the mixture down over the divine statue, coating it in a slick red. She would then wrap her fingers around it, making sure to rub in the mix until the whole thing was glistening in the candlelight.
It was a fascinating sight each night, and Sis wondered why the priestess did it. One day, though, the priestess did not come as she usually did, and Sis pondered what had happened. When the time came again, and the priestess did not arrive a second time, Sis slid out from her hiding spot, bringing with her the berries used in the ritual. She then formed the proper tools out of herself and worked the mixture into the pasty juice. Then, she wrapped her tendrils around the pole and--
Crack!
She snapped the statue clean apart! She hadn’t time to figure out what to do next when the ground shook with the tread of human feet. She did the only thing she could think of and molded herself in the shape of the broken statue. She couldn’t get rid of the mixture she had made, and so she consumed the berries then and there. She had never had so many at once before. Their bitterness was always something she took in as a last resort when food was scarce. It made her feel strange, buzzy, perhaps?
Then, the door opened, and in stepped another woman, dressed in the fineries of the priestess. This one looked different than the priestess that Sis once knew. She was fresher.
She performed the ritual as before, and Sis sat there, petrified at the thought of what might happen if she was finally discovered by the humans. But as the woman ground up the herbs, she did something that Sis had never seen before. She undid the coverings upon her body and let it them fall by the wayside. She then tilted her head back, opening her mouth and pouring the liquid into her face hole. She let the rest of the juice run down over her flesh mounds and body until she was the one glistening in red.
Then, this fresh priestess scooted forward, and she rose herself up and spread her bottom tentacles, er, legs, giving Sis a scene she had never seen before, the thing slit between the legs and… I’m sorry I need to take a break a moment.


Eshere’s discomfort hinted at me the nature of the ritual, and from my study, I have discovered what happened next. Upon the death of the former priestess of the Great Anteronian Spirit, a new priestess is called. A virgin who would consume the ritualistic concoction, an aphrodisiac of potent power, indeed.
It seems spirituality is healthy here in Anteronia. What was once a place entirely of flesh seems to have merit in the other world. Perhaps, then, in learning more about these rituals, I can find a means to rid myself of Zelb’s possession.
But, to learn what happened with Sis’s life, I need to work on Eshere’s discomfort in the world of the erotic.
Easier said than done, Tik Tik. Oh, what a bother, indeed.
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H[a]ow quite fortunate, dear reader, that we have found a compromise! The story behind how Eshere became much more comfortable with writing will be posted another time, but for now--
Took fucking long enough. Shitty slime girl has some real issues. If I—
Hello, there. This is Eshere. Tik Tik has asked me to continue the writing for now, because the pesky demon in her head is starting to complain. I apologize that I couldn’t finish telling the story before today, but that whole issue is far behind us. So without further delay, I shall end this preface and continue with the story previously left off.


Sis is a mimic, a creature that can take the form of anything she wishes. Currently, she is a house, but she was not always such a prodigious size. She is one most ancient thing and has seen much in her time. Perhaps the first truly wondrous experience was her encounter with the initiation of a new High Priestess.
What she didn’t know at the time was that she would become a part of the initiation herself.
Taking the form of a phallic altar and covered in the berries that the priestess had turned into a paste, Sis was feeling a way she had never felt before. Her perception became hazy, even as the warm flesh of the woman loomed over her. The priestess had disrobed and lowered her slit towards the altar to the great spirit, not knowing that Sis had broken the pole and assumed its form in haste.
So, when the nether lips of the priestess touched Sis’s form, the mimic found itself in a situation it had never imagined.
Inside, it was delightful and warm. Certainly, it was darker than she was used to, but the squeezing muscle around her eased her worries. As the woman sang her prayers, Sis became much more relaxed than she ever thought possible. Indeed, the relaxation that came over her was strange. She didn’t know that the lubricant the priestess rubbed all over her was, in fact, an aphrodisiac. The relaxation was only the first step, as the next part of the process began when blood pumped all throughout Sis’s body, heating her up, stiffening her, engorging her, making her twitch and spasm.
The priestess gasped, gripping onto the statue in front of her. Her eyes widened as she looked to her deity, biting her lip as her own berry-induced lust grew within her. “My great spirit,” she sighed. “You have… chosen me…?”
Her rocking increased in fervor, plunging herself harder upon Sis, sending the mimic deeper into her core. Sis felt an uncontrollable urge to put all of her extra mass into the shaft. She pushed up further, deeper, burrowing past the unplumbed depths of the priestess.
When Sis met resistance, she fought against it and tore through the barrier. Her mind was too enamored with the toxins flowing through her, keeping her from thinking clearly. What exactly was she doing? She didn’t know, but she knew it felt good to go deeper, so she writhed and flailed, fighting against the convulsing walls to push even further inside!.
Soon enough, another barrier kept her from reaching her innermost goal, quivering and puckered, this doorway is her ultimate enemy, and she would ram through it, no matter the cost!
The priestess fell upon the altar of her god as he ravished her insides, bursting through her maidenhead with no regard for her safety. The pain that shot through her was a source of fear, at first, but she soon melted into the moans of pleasure and delight. She had been chosen by her deity, and his fervor has shown how much she was favored by him. She rocked her hips, urging him forward, further than he had gone before, until, suddenly, the tip of the rocky phallus struck against the entry to her womb.
She screamed, one hand held herself up while another clutched at her belly.
Panicked voices called from beyond the veil, asking their priestess if she was alright.
“Stay back!” she shouted, her voice strained. “I can… I can handle this. Our spirit… has chosen me!” She rubbed her stomach, watching as the bulgejostled inside of her, feeling the movements of the determined mimic within her body.
Sis, feeling that pressure coming from outside became more determined. She pulled back and hammered against that barrier. She struck at it over and over, each time, causing the priestess to yelp and cry. But it was no use. She was just too large, just too hard. But she is a mimic, and she can mimic what she pleases!
She changed, becoming more liquid as she poured herself into the innermost chambers. Feeling the warm liquid filling her up, the priestess throws her head back and holds her arms up high towards the statue of the Great Spirit, crying in her exultation to her deity. “Your seed! I have received your… yours! Aaaah!” With that, she collapsed back, her belly swollen with the mimic riding inside of it, a smile etched with the perverse joy of a sex priestess impregnated by her deity.
And so, the people of what would become Anteronia celebrated when, a day later, the priestess gave birth to the child of the god. They were in awe of Sis’s ability to transform, and they fed her, and they helped her grow, and, for the longest time, she was finally content with herself.
Her contentment, though, only lasted for a short while, as the people of the cult dispersed as more buildings grew around the temple, and as the temple of sheets and furs was replaced with buildings of stone and masonry, the people changed. All sorts of new creatures populated the area, and new foods for Sis were abundant, but the warm vibrant land became cold streets and small alleyways. She found more places to hide, more places to hunt, but one thing she didn’t have for the longest time was a family.
That is, of course, before she found me and before she became my Sis. I’m happy to have met her, and I’d like to think that, maybe, just maybe, she’s happy to be my sis, too.
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For those of you wondering how we got Eshere to write, I have provided copies of Eshere’s first times writing for me. Surely, this will go down in Tik Tik history. Please enjoy. --Tik Tik


Hello, readers of Tik Tik’s journal. This is Eshere. I’m sorry if this is too hard to read, but Tik Tik insists that I write everything that’s happening today in order to “make sciency good times.” Really, I’m not sure how what she’s doing is any sort of “science,” and I’ve told her, but she just said. “Watch and write down everything!”
Sis is the mimic here, not me! Ugh, how does this pen even work!
So, starting off—Tik Tik is standing in front of the bed. She’s looking over at me, and she says “Just copy everything down, yes?”
“Even what we’re saying now?”
“Yes, even now. Good?” She steps over towards my secluded corner of the room, leaning in to watch as my tendril lashes over the page.
She nods and gives me a quick pat on top of my form. “Good, Good. Eshere good friend. Do write well. Might want keep for write.”
“Keep for write? What… you want me, Tik Tik?”
Tik Tik smirks at that and then pulls upon the strings of her top. I shudder at the sight. I know what she’s about to do, but I agreed to help her any way I could.
“Any thoughts Eshere want write before Tik Tik begin with Sis?” the kobold asks, pulling her top up over her body. “Does Eshere want food? Looking sloppy.”
It’s true. Even as I write this, I find my penmanship slipping. I need to take on a more solid form, and the only way to do that is to consume, and if I’m going to consume form Tik Tik, then she’s going to like it more than I would care.
Tik Tik hops onto the bed, gripping onto the sheets as she spreads her legs out. Through her leggings, I can already smell the glistening wetness within. It calls to me as the sweetest treat. With Tik Tik, I can never go hungry again, and yet, it means coming to terms with something deep and dark and unknown inside of me.
“Tik Tik,” I ask, scooting closer towards her, but staying out of pseudopod’s reach of her. “What are you doing, exactly? I thought you were trying to find a way to get more information out of Sis.”
“Trying to get Eshere to have fun,” Tik Tik says, brushing her fingers down over her body. “Eshere no want have fun?”
I shuddered. “But Tik Tik, I…”
“What is it?” She asks, tilting her head as her fingers untie the belt of her trousers. “You no like Tik Tik taste?”
“Not that,” I say, but… maybe… I don’t know how to say.”
“Ever try write?”
“What?”
Tik Tik hops off of the bed and grabs the pen I had unknowingly dropped to the floor. “Try write,” she repeated, pushing the pen inside me. “Think words different than when speak. Tik TIk know for sure. People like listen Tik Tik instead read. Find boring!”
“Maybe... maybe I should write my thoughts down. Hold on… please, don’t… don’t do anything until I’ve finished. Then, you can read and understand my story. Maybe, then, I can understand it, myself.


I understand that you think I’m scared of sex, but that isn’t true. I’m not a sexual creature. You can just look at me and see that. In my natural state, I am nothing but a blob. The humanoid form of the judicator I fed off of the other day is already slipping away, and it is only by my sheer will that I keep it up for this long so that I can write this story properly. To a being so colorful like you, I must be so boring, what with my translucent slime and my lumpy red core, I’m just so plain, so homogenous. 
[Tik Tik’s Note: Core looks like a heart. So cute!]
It’s so strange to even write about what I look like, as sight is a new experience to me as well. I catch you and Sis sometimes, when I get home with supplies. I see how you’re undressed and how she has her tendrils penetrating into your physical body. I hear how you moan and cling to her, and I don’t understand. If you were any other creature, she would eat you instead of doing this. You are meat. To her, meat is food. It doesn’t make sense to play with food like that. The idea is so strange, so alien, so perverted.
What you saw me do in that alleyway when we met was me having a meal, nothing more and nothing less. I know it seems like I’m trying to extract pleasure for pleasure’s sake, but I consume bodily fluids. Sweat and blood and everything else the bodies of creatures. The best flavors, however, come from when they are touched and caressed and fondled. The taste is scrumptious, and it sustains me far longer than any other fluid. It fulfills me and strengthens me, as well. It was like I was born to consume it.
I didn’t always realize I liked the sexual fluids. When I first became aware, I had already been alive for some time—how long, I don’t know. I was like any other slime throughout the city: just a husk of protoplasm, seeking to consume all that was in my way. I had no desire. I had no dreams. I had no understanding of the differences between right and wrong, food and friend. When I came across a creature only slightly bigger than myself, I would envelop it in protruding tentacles and absorb its fluids, leaving behind only a dried body in my wake.
With each creature I absorbed, I took on some of its aspects, skittering through the sewers shaped like a rat, slinking across fences as a cat, and perching upon statues as a bird. Instincts grew, and with those instincts came more understanding, and with more understanding, there came more awareness of what I was doing to other creatures.
It all came to a head once I, in the form of a large dog, happened upon one of the many stables in the city. There, I spotted a particularly beautiful creature: a horse. So majestic and with so many fluids pumping through its body, I just had to approach it. My tendrils emerged from my canine form, ready to absorb, to feed, but that’s when I experienced the first sensation of actual pain as something slashed through my appendage, separating it cleanly from the rest of my body.
That, Tik Tik, is when I experienced fear for the first time in my life.
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I had never experienced losing a part of myself before. The tendril that was drinking from the horse fell upon the ground and dissipated in a useless puddle. I quivered as I felt the lack of myself for the first time. That’s when the fear built up in me. It was much different than the self-preservation I was sure I always had. 
There is an instinct all living things have to live and stay alive, but now with fear, I finally had context, dread, anxiety. There is a distinct, acute difference between desiring to continue and fearing the end. Despite how subtle its effects, the sensation left a terrible void buried in my heart—which, in itself, I did not realize I had.
I faced the one who had harmed me and found a young woman, dressed in a frilly pink dress. Her hair and eyes matched the brightness of her outfit, and styled intricately with many flowing locks done up in tails and braids. She held out her hand, and a heart-shaped shield flew into her grasp. Upon that shield was residue, my residue, dripping off of it and onto the ground before her.
She pointed at me with a gloved hand, her brows furrowed, and her conviction burning. I didn’t understand the words that came from her lips then, but the way she spoke them triggered my need to defend myself.
The canine form I had taken would no longer do. Instead, I lept at her, spreading out into a net of protoplasmic goo.
Our battle was swift. She slashed at me with the bladed edge of her weapon, but it wasn’t enough to break through. Each attack only broke apart parts of me that quickly healed, and soon, I was upon her, enveloping her form, covering her completely
She tried to scream, but I filled her mouth, sucking on her spit and pushing my sedative slime down her throat.
They all stop fighting after that. They all become complacent, but she did something I didn’t expect. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered as I traveled down her throat. I didn’t pay much attention to her at first, so I grabbed at the unnecessary garments getting in the way of the sweet nutrients. They burned away under my dissolving enzymes as I pinned her down, spreading thin and spreading her out underneath of me.
The initial fight is enough to produce enough sweat and pump enough blood to sate me, especially from a creature of her size. From her flesh, I lapped up the secretions of every pore, and suctioned against her sensitive, perky nipples.
I saved the most succulent treat for last, thrusting up between her legs and filling her as I did with her mouth. Her skin prickled against me, and she shuddered as I brushed over her, and she laughed.
How odd then that I would understand what laughter was, but there it was. She was the first sapient I fed from, and the more I fed, the more I understood.
Sensing that her breasts would not provide me nourishment, I worked my form into two tiny points. They pushed inside of her, injecting her with the proper mixture of my being to help her along. Soon enough, her breasts swelled beyond their original size, and sweet, warm milk leaked out from the nipples. I suctioned around them, extracting the white liquid, which flowed around inside me before finally disappearing into my essence.
She gasped as I injected her, but also pushed herself up as I suckled. Odd, indeed. Her arms and legs started working—did she overcome my sedative? I tried to push her back down again, but she didn’t try to push away or pull herself free. She wrapped her hands around my back, holding her fingers against my outer membrane.
That’s when I realized that I had taken on a humanoid form—her humanoid form, and my lips had been around one of those nipples for some time. I pulled back, letting her flesh wobble as I let go.
She gasped, squeezing my back tighter, her legs then joining in holding onto me. I tilted my head, but pressed my fingers to her chin, trailing them down along her neck and over her collar. She had produced more of that sweat, and I was enjoying the taste upon my members.
I squeezed her breasts, making the milk squirt out from her and drizzle down her body in lovely white trails. I licked up her stomach with mine, picking up the mix of flavors.
Still, inside her most nutritious of openings, I realized that she was producing much more than any other creature had before. I slid back and down off of her, looking inside that glistening mound with fingers spreading the lips open. I licked my lips and pressed them against her, lapping up that nectar with my long, translucent tongue.
Her gasps became higher and higher as I feasted upon her, lapping at the succulent treat from within. She kicked and squirmed and finally locked her legs around my head, pushing me in closer. She had held onto me before, but when she pressed her hands upon my head, forcing me in deeper—that’s when I realized that something was different. This wasn’t just a feeding, not for her and, as I soon felt the warmth building up in my core, I realized it was no longer just a feeding for me, either.
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I’m sorry that it is taking me so long to be able to complete this story for you. After all, this is my first time writing about it—my first time thinking about it in a long time. The feelings that I had as I was slowly transforming into the woman I was feeding off of confused and excited me to no end, but as I lay there on that stable, taking on her form, licking her with what was essentially a copy of her tongue, and hearing her cry out in higher and higher gasps, I felt a strange welling deep within my core.
I was between her legs, tasting her delight for what felt like forever, but soon enough, her final scream erupted, giving me the treat I had so searched for. I lapped up every part of her I could touch, and soon, I was full.
She let go of me, collapsing onto the hay of the stable and allowing me to sit up, but as I sat there, staring at her sweat-drenched body and her quivering lower half, I felt a different feeling—shame. I saw myself for the first time, that form, taken from her, and I knew that I was naked. I knew I shouldn’t be this way. I knew I had to leave.
So I left, running off in my most solid form yet, disappearing into the darkness, and finding a place to finally hide.


This all, I wrote down for Tik Tik and handed to her for her reading. She silently took the papers and looked over them, leaving me to quiver in the corner, unsure if what I produced would make any sense to a being of flesh and blood.
She shuffled through the papers, giving each one its due time, nodding and humming as she made her way through the stack. Soon enough, she placed them aside, setting her hands upon her knees.
“Man, what a scared bitch!” The words struck me upon my core as she leaned onto her side, hand upon her hip and knuckles supporting her cheek. Immediately after, she shook her head and sat back up. “Ah, forgive Tik Tik. That Zelb speak. Tik Tik no think Eshere is bitch!”
“You, don’t?”
She shook her head. “No. Tik Tik had learn new things about sex. Change Tik Tik’s life. Made her want learn more.”
“Made her get possessed, too,” Zelb scoffed. Though she can mimic the kobold’s voice, I soon began to get used to when she would make her entrance into conversations.
“Breeding back home is different than Anteronia. Completely loveless. Nothing special, much like eating.”
“But that’s the thing!” I said, sliding up to her. “it is eating! You honestly don’t think you’d want to fuck your food, do you?”
Tik Tik paused at that, tapping her chin.
“Tik Tik, that’s disgusting! I never wanted to know that people get off to what I do. I never wanted to know that I can’t just go up to whatever I want and take without asking. I want to just live and not bother anyone!”
“What Eshere think is worst part of what Eshere do?” Tik Tik asked, crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands, placing them upon her lap.
“Well, I… I did such a shameful thing to that woman, and-”
“Did she say have shame?”
“What? No, I…”
“Then how you know?” She tilted her head as she asked that question, her tail swishing back and forth upon the bed.
“I… I mean, I just assumed since I had her form and all…”
“Eshere show Tik Tik that she doesn’t get everything from feeding from them,” Tik Tik says. “Needs to learn, just like everyone. Tik Tik give Eshere homework.” She hopped off of the bed, walking on over towards her pack. There, she pulled out her journal and handed it to me. “Tik Tik write many things about what she learned. Maybe Eshere will learn things and feel better about herself. Meanwhile, Sis and Tik Tik have things to learn together. Eshere can read, unless Eshere wish to watch?”
I grabbed the book and held it close to my core, being sure not to dribble any of my being onto its pages. “Don’t worry. I’ll learn a lot from this, and I’ll write my feelings posthaste, Tik Tik.”
“That good Eshere. Good scribe, good girl.”


And so, I read. There were so many wonderful adventures that Tik Tik wrote about, though through her broken common, it was hard to get all of the finer details. I found myself curiously drawn to some of the passages in the draconic tongue, though how I knew it then eluded me at that time. It just felt natural.
There is a sincerity to Tik Tik’s words about all the friends he made and all the new things she learned. These creatures that reproduce by this sexual connection do not see it as merely a biological function. There is a social aspect beyond what I had ever expected, and a power as well.
Trolls, Gnolls, Nymphs, Felines, Sorceresses, Demons… there is so much to this world I do not know about, but one thing is for certain—Tik Tik has had a lot of fun and met a lot of friends along the way. Not only that, but she has grown, and she has evolved. Could I, should I, change, as well…?


Once I was finished, I entered the room I had left Tik Tik in. Once I opened the door, I saw her, wrapped up in the bedsheets. Her body was outlined by how tightly Sis held onto her, yet her face was completely exposed.
She smiled when I entered. “Oooh, Eshere look pretty!”
“I thought I’d try to keep up one of my forms. This is the woman I met before. Please do well to recognize her.” I shifted my form again, taking on the appearance of Tik Tik, as I had when we first met. “I don’t want to use her form for feeding, unless she has said it was okay.”
“How are you going to find that out, Eshere?” Tik Tik asked, her blue eyes twinkling.
I held the book close to my chest and said, “Together, Tik Tik, we are going to find her, and I’m going to help you find your friends.”
“Good, good!” Tik TIk said, wriggling herself free from her Sis bundle. “But first, Tik Tik need Eshere take final exam!”[b]
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“Tik Tik, you can’t honestly be serious.”
Tik Tik sat on the chair, one leg crossed over the other. In her mouth was her pen, which she chewed with a nervous sort of abandon.
“Tik Tik and Sis both agree it make sense.” Tik Tik said, nodding. She tapped the table, which quivered underneath of her.
“Sis,” I pleaded, sloshing over towards the table. “Really. I know we’re not really family, but… I love you, you know?”
The table lowered down, nuzzling against my protoplasm.
“Sis know,” Tik Tik said. “But love mean different things, and Sis know this kind love. Eshere want know this kind love. No problem for Eshere?”
“What… what would we even do?” I worbled, my core bouncing inside of my protoplasm. “Do you even have any tasty fluids?”
“Eshere never try?” Tik Tik asked, eyes wide. She hopped off of the chair and stepped away. “Surprised, very surprised.”
Eh, she’s just a prude. Must have gotten it from sucking off too many Judicators. Those hard-asses make anything difficult.”
Tik Tik rubbed the back of her head. “Yes, Tik Tik worry about that. Eshere take on look from others she eat, yes?”
“Yes, of course. That’s obvious.”
“But, Eshere take more. Or, more copy.”
“Copy… you mean I mimic things? Like Sis?”
“Not like… not yet. But learn from woman feel shame. How learn talk? How learn read Dragon speak when couldn’t speak when we met?”
“I… I don’t know…”
“It from more feed. Eshere feed on new things, then Eshere get stronger. Eshere get smarter. Eshere learn more, understand more.”
“Yes, I suppose that makes sense, I-”
“Then, Eshere feed from Sis!” Tik Tik said, happily hopping down from her seat and stepping away.
“F… feed!? But that would entail-” My core heated up at the moment, and I skittered back into the darkness. In my little corner, the boards of the house caressed my form, holding me gently. “Sis? This is crazy. What is it that we’re doing here.”
“Why Eshere embarrassed?” Tik Tik asked, her hands upon her hips
“She’s my…”
“Yes?”
“My sis…?”
“Does make sense?”
“No, I…”
“Not Eshere…” Tik Tik said, tapping her head. “Memory of people eat. Embarrassed girl, Judicator. Eat from Tik Tik, get different feeling. Eat from Sis, understand.”
“I… wait… that.. That makes sense. My concern, my shame. That doesn’t come from me, but… I don’t want to hurt people just to eat. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Eshere must see way around problem.”
“Well… I suppose, if I ask for permission to feed, and they agree, then it’s not bad!”
“See, Eshere smart!” Tik Tik clapped her hands, hopping in place.
“Yes… yes, I am smart, and I’m not that woman, and I’m not human. I shouldn’t have shame about what I am. I’m… I’m a… a… Sex Jelly!”
“Ooooh!” Tik Tik cooed, shaking her rump. “Sex Jelly. Good name. Eshere write down and remember for book!”
“Damn right, I’ll remember! This is what I am, and I won’t be embarrassed!” I slipped out of Sis’s grasp and slither on closer towards Tik Tik. I paused and slipped back, gazing at a mirror. “Oh… oh my…” Something happened to me. I had changed, morphed, taken on a more humanoid form, and yet, I didn’t recognize the sex jelly before me. My core sat gently upon my chest, sending a faint warm glow across my green plasm. The curves of my chest and my waist were ill defined, but emblematic enough of a feminine shape. Strands of tendrils rolled off my head, giving me the appearance of hair, and staring at me were black eyes--new organs? Parts of my core? I don’t know. “This… this is me?”
“You want? Make it yourself.”
The mirror before me warped and folded into itself, and on the other side, a face quite similar to the one I made, yet fleshy and brown, smiles at me. “Sis, you too?”
Sis was like me, but slightly larger, thicker, much more defined. Something inside of me swelled when I saw her. Despite smiling at me with that humanoid face, she said nothing--could say nothing--but I smiled back and walked up to her, wrapping my arms around her scrumptious form, feeling the warm, organic body she created just for me.
Tik Tik tried to sneak up from behind, but I saw her. She wrapped her little arms around me, and I let her. There’s warmth coming from all of us, and that feeling of being held, of my body squishing and molding to the two around me—it is like nothing else in the world. “Yes, Tik Tik,” I say, looking up towards Sis. “I think I’m ready to explore this new me, and once I figure out how to tap into Sis’s mind, then we’ll go find your friends.”
“No,” Tik Tik says, snuggling her cheek against my rump. “We find Eshere’s woman, and we see if okay. Then, we find Tik Tik’s friends.”
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From the Writings of Tik Tik:


The following documentation is of a feeding of a sex jelly with a mimic. Performing this feeding is my Scribe, Eshere, and the mimic known as Sis. Previous chapters detail who they are in greater detail. It is recommended that students read for more context.
Eshere had never felt the warmth of being embraced before. Despite their symbiotic relationship, her and Sis’s connection was less about physical intimacy than it was about mutual survival. Once the kobold named Tik Tik had entered into their lives, however, Eshere began to learn all sorts of new things not only about her lifelong partner but about herself, as well.
Now taking on a humanoid form, Eshere’s senses aroused to unfelt joys. She knew, on an instinctual and a conceptual level, that when she fed, it was off of fluids secreted in the throes of ecstasy.
“Sex Jelly”: That’s the term that Eshere coined for herself. Perhaps, she is the first of her kind? It was something she didn’t quite know to embrace quite yet, but she was learning to hold dear to her.
Speaking of holding things dear—Sis, who had spent centuries mimicking various structures, now takes on a form of a plump and bountiful version of Eshere herself. Already, the touch of Eshere’s slime affects the woman was they embrace. After all, her gelatinous body had a numbing, pleasing effect upon its victims.
A feeding—that’s all this is supposed to be, and yet, it is more than that. Her fingers clasp Sis’s cheeks, and she leans in, the two of them connecting mouth to mouth. The mimic’s tongue was visible through the translucent gloop of Eshere’s form. Sis shivered, tasting the cool, minty taste of her companion. It makes the mimic emerge from the wall behind them, wrapping more arms around Eshere’s form, and pulling her up against itself in a powerful bear hug.
Multiple arms and legs pin her, grope her, explore her, and Eshere gasped as fingers probe into that mouth and push in through her emulated womanhood.
All the while, Tik Tik watched, giggling happily, but she was soon whisked away by a series of ropes that emerged from the floor, binding her up, holding her down, and spreading her legs apart, as another monstrous mouth opened up from between the floorboards, pressing its tongue against her kobold slit.
Eshere squirmed from the probing, groping grasp of the mimic, the one she had spent her life with, but never considered sharing pleasure with or feeding off of. Her eyes widened as Sis’s main form approached, those large breasts right in front of the slime’s face. Large, perky nipples leak with a milky substance, and Eshere could not help but watch with gaping mouth and quivering heart-shaped core.
“Aa… ah, please… S-Sis…” she groaned. “I’m hungry… please!”
Sis’s mute mouth quirked in a pleased grin, but she glanced downward, hands gripping onto Eshere’s ankles and pulling them apart.
Eshere gasped as she followed the glance, seeing there a large, throbbing pole of flesh, with a spasming opening leaking its own pearly substance. “S… sis!?” Eshere asked, at first, but quickly, her resolve changed. “Yes, go ahead, give it all to me!”
The hands pushed her down off the wall and onto the floor dick. Jelly squishes out of shape as the cock buries itself into it. Eshere screamed, rolling her eyes back and her tongue out, leaking as the sensation of being used as a fuck toy rocked her into losing her structural integrity.
Sis sauntered forward, her own form becoming less and less humanoid in shape, but as her face and her mouth and her head melt away, more and more of those lactating breasts emerge from her body, pressing up against Eshere’s cheek, and squishing the slime up against the wall again. Eshere grabbed onto Sis’s body with a need that went far beyond hunger. Lips latch onto the nipple in front of her, and as she suckled upon that teet, milk poured out into her very form, dispersing as it is digested by her fluids.
Hands grope at other breasts, squeezing the milk out and letting it pour all out over her. She rubbed her palms and arms all over Sis’s body, soaking it up, drinking it in, but it isn’t enough. It can’t be enough, not with the flesh mound in front of her producing more and more and growing larger and larger.
Tik Tik panted, laying belly-down on the floor as the mimic’s tongue played with her. She watched in wonder as the goo girl disappeared and what was left was nothing more than an orb of slime, shooting out long, stringy appendages that latch onto the monument of lactation before her.
Eshere’s body became more opaque the more milk it absorbed from her companion, but her body, despite losing its shape, did not stop being fucked by the pole. The heart-core bounced and jiggled in the slime casing, and soon, the tip of the mimic cock poked even against that, jostling it around inside of Eshere’s body.
Eshere tensed up, a scream filling the room before suddenly, all of her slime lost its hold. It splashed down into the ground, loose strands gripping onto the mimic’s body as the rest spread onto the floor.
At the same time, Sis erupted from the massive cock, shooting off strand after strand of ropey jizz-stuff all over Eshere’s plunging core. As soon as the thick hot fluid hit her heart, it congealed around her, taking in the shape of a small white blob. This blob shuddered as the dispersed parts of Eshere’s form slid off of the floor and the walls and the mountain of tits, forming together into a barely-constituted humanoid form, sprawled out on the floor, eyes staring up at the ceiling, and chest heaving, mimicking being out of breath.
The fleshy bits of the mimic merge back into the facsimile of a house, returning the three back to some state of normalcy, but with Eshere and Tik Tik both on the floor, neither of them could talk for a bit as they gave each other quick looks.
It was from that taste of being lewd that Eshere finally discovered that there was no shame in what she was and that from now on, she would want to follow Tik Tik and learn all she can about the truth of sensuality.


[a]This is where part 5 begins
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