How to Defeat a Slime Girl - Masturbator TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Slime creature, Melting, Onahole, Slime TF
The patrol had been riding since morning. Six men on horses, hooves crunching over graves, the whole forest smelling like wet bark, cold mud and sweat. Nobody had said much for an hour. The road home was long, the air kept getting colder, plus everybody just wanted a hot meal. Aldric rode in front,…
The patrol had been riding since morning. Six men on horses, hooves crunching over graves, the whole forest smelling like wet bark, cold mud and sweat. Nobody had said much for an hour. The road home was long, the air kept getting colder, plus everybody just wanted a hot meal. Aldric rode in front, a big paladin in dented armor with a gray beard going white at the chin. Behind him came two knights, Tervonce plus Bowdry, then three archers strung out at the back with bows on their shoulders. They were almost out of the woods when the slime girl popped up. She rose out of a shallow creek, blue, shiny and totally see-through. She looked like a young woman with short, jiggly hair that wobbled when she moved. The afternoon light shone right through her. You could see little bubbles floating inside her body, drifting up slow like in a glass of cold water. She put a clear hand on her hip and grinned wide. "Wow, look at all the big strong men," she said, her voice sweet and mean at the same time. "Did you boys get lost on the way to the toilet?" "Monster," Tervonce growled, yanking his sword free. "Move or die." "Ooh, so scary." She wiggled her hips at him, the slime jiggling. "Go on then. Cut me. I dare you, tin can." Tervonce kicked his horse forward and swung hard, a flat heavy chop aimed at her middle. SHLP The blade went straight through her. The blue slime split around the steel, then sloshed back together behind it without a sound. She did not even blink. She just looked down at the spot where the sword passed, then back up at him bored, like he was wasting her time. "That was it?" She laughed, a bubbly little sound. "You put your whole back into that one. My grandma swings harder and she's a puddle in a ditch." "Archers!" Bowdry barked. "Shoot her down!" Three bowstrings sang at once. THWP THWP THWP The arrows punched into her, one in the chest, one in the soft belly, one deep in the thigh. They stuck there a second, three wooden shafts buried in the blue. Then her body just pushed them out. The slime rippled, squeezed, working each arrow back out the way a body works out a splinter. PLORP PLORP The arrows dropped in the mud at her feet, one after another. The holes sealed up clean and smooth, like they were never there. "Pathetic," she sighed, poking a finger into her own smooth belly. "You poke holes, I push them right back out. You slash me, I come back together. You really thought a few little sticks would do me in?" She cupped her clear breasts in both hands and jiggled them at the red faced archers. "Put the toys away boys! Before you go hurting yourselves." The two knights kept hacking anyway, faces tight with anger, their blades whistling through her again and again. Every swing did nothing but splash blue drops into the air, plus every drop crawled right back to her body across the dirt. The archers shot until their quivers ran near empty, arrows littering the mud all around her feet. She danced between all of it the whole time, ducking, spinning, blowing kisses, calling them slow, calling them soft, calling them useless little boys with sharp toys. Her laugh rang off the tree trunks until the horses got skittish. Through all of it, Aldric had not moved one inch. He just sat his horse and watched, calm, one armored hand resting on a worn leather pouch at his belt. "What about you, gramps?" The slime girl turned to him at last, hands back on her hips. "You gonna sit there picking your beard all day? Or are you out of ideas too, like your little friends?" Aldric finally climbed down, his boots squelching deep in the mud. He reached into the pouch and pulled out a heavy mug, plain-looking, except for a strange glowing mark carved into the bottom of it. The slime girl took one look and burst out laughing, doubling over. "A cup? Oh, this is rich. The best one yet. What's the big plan, old man? Gonna scoop me up one handful at a time?" She slapped her own jiggly thigh. "Gonna drink me down with your dinner? I have seen sad ideas today, but a cup~" Aldric said nothing at all. He just tossed the mug onto the ground right next to her, mark side up, then took two steps back, arms crossed. Nothing happened. She looked at the mug. She looked at him. She grinned even wider, showing all her teeth. "Oh no! Oh no, the scary little cup. However will I survive the big terrible mug of~" Her voice caught in her throat. "Hey, what is that? What's it doing?" The mark on the bottom flared bright blue. Then the mug started to pull. It started at her feet. A tugging feeling, then tiny ribbons of slime peeling away from her ankles, streaming through the air in thin glowing threads, vanishing down into the mouth of the cup. SLLLRP "Wait, wait, what are you doing, stop that~" She tried to step back. Her feet would not come with her. More of her was unwinding now, drawn off her calves, off her shins, the threads getting thicker, faster and all rushing toward the cup. "Nnnh~ that feels weird, that feels so weird, what is happen
