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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Female  BDSM  Science Fiction/Futuristic Slime of Your Life

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Naggarothi, Dec 15, 2018.

  1. Naggarothi

    Naggarothi Wild Member Member

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    The elegant silver craft streaks through the storm wracked sky, flames flickering along its surface. Superheated debris falls in a steady rain to the forest below, sending up gusts of steam as they pass through the dense rain. A pair of heavy, dull grey ships trail a few hundred meters behind, each releasing a stream of pure energy from the narrow tube mounted on its belly. These beams rake across the first craft, ripping of great chunks of its chrome plating, but more often they are fired into the forest below. Wherever they touch the plants dry in an instant, then combust. The pilots of the gunships make no efforts to minimize the damage they inflict on the ecosystem below. A pair of small ports mounted in the nose of the slightly leading craft open, releasing two bolts of light that streak across the sky. The first misses by less than a meter, its passage tearing a new rent in the side of the already crippled ship, before striking the forest. It’s impact tears every tree within a hundred meters into splinters, and creates a clearing of downed trees a kilometer in diameter. The second bolt, released a heartbeat later, slams directly into the fleeing craft and knocks it out of the sky. It slams into the ground, tearing a deep trench into the forest and leaves a thick trail of debris. With a deep rumble the forest floor shatters in a spiderweb pattern, opening up a few chasms leading to the small cave system formed by the passage of an underground river. The two gunships swoop in and hover above the smaller craft. Both angle their primary cannons toward the downed ship, and bathe it with enough radiation and heat to melt the surrounding rock into glass. The silver ship’s passenger ruptures and boils away under the bombardment in just a few seconds, but the gunships maintain their bombardment, firing until the only thing left of the once beautiful ship is a pool of slag. Their task completed, the two ships retreat along their path. As they travel, each scrap of debris is purified by a few seconds of bombardment, however long is required to reduce it to it’s composite atoms and scatter them to the wind.

    As the gunships begin their purification procedures, intended to ensure that the local population doesn’t gain access to technology millennia beyond them, one of the scraps of debris begins to rock softly. A cluster of transparent moss green tentacles slowly unfolds from a trench in the surface. The tips of these tentacles brace against the lips of the groove, and strain upwards. Their best efforts are futile, producing no upward motion. The tentacles pause for a few seconds, then braid themselves together into a single limb. As the composite tentacles blend together into a single, larger tentacle, which resumes the attempt to escape. Under the full force of the unified limb a perfectly spherical emerald green bead approximately the size of an egg pops free of the groove and rolls down the length of the debris to the spongy, damp ground. The core quickly doubles its size, lightening slightly in color. The tentacle rising from the bead extends and wraps around a tree root, and struggles to pull the bead along. After a few seconds the tentacle retreats back to the bead and splits into a dozen slender tendrils. As the bead gradually returns to its original size the tendrils swell quickly and lighten drastically in color. The drastically stronger tentacles effortlessly pull the bead along as they scramble forward. After a few steps the tentacles touch something new. A surface, harder than the rest of the ground but rougher that the debris. The orb eagerly runs it’s crown of tentacles over the new surface, drinking up both the pooling water and the new experience. A blast of energy strikes just a few meters away, vaporizing yet another chunk of debris and making the air uncomfortably hot. The creature pulls itself forward more frantically, pausing when it finds something else new, a deep crack in the ground. The creature surges forward once more, pulling itself into the thin chasm and away from the rapidly approaching incandescent air. It crawls down into the earth, squeezing itself into a space only slightly larger than the groove it hatched in. Two body lengths down the crack opens up. The tendrils reach downward once more, but their full extension only finds empty space. Once again, the tendrils brace against the rim of the crack, and shove. With a loud pop the creature’s core pops free, flying into the cavern. It falls for a second before bouncing off the ground.

    Before the creature can right itself the scrap of metal it rode in on is vaporized. Under the immense heat of the attack the crack melts shut, sealing the creature away.

    In the darkness the creature lays perfectly still for a few moments, waiting for the vibrations to subside. It slowly extends it’s tendrils and attempts to lift itself up but the smooth heads of the tentacles slip on the slick, well polished stone, causing the creature to fall back down. The creature hesitates for a moment, then pulls the tendrils back into the main mass. The large ball shudders for a few moments, then slowly oozes outward, creating an amorphous sheet with the core rising from the center. The new shape slowly undulates, then picks up speed as the creature moves more quickly over the ground.

    The creature’s exploration of the cavern, which it quickly discovers is just one tunnel of dozens, it interrupted by a series of vibrations, approaching quickly. The creature immediately presses itself against the ground, then lies perfectly still as its instincts take over. Then it waits as the tiny vibrations approach rapidly, then more hesitantly as a tiny nose picks up an unfamiliar scent, remarkably similar to that of fresh raspberries. The instant a tiny webbed foot lands on the creature, it’s powerful folds snap up around the salamander’s head. The amphibian squirms, but its strongest efforts are useless against the rhythmic contractions that pull it further into the trap. The blob feeds quickly, draining the salamander of its moisture as well as certain organic compounds. The salamander’s nervous system is much to simple to meet its other needs, and cold blooded animals don’t meet its...other needs, though that won’t be a factor for many years. As such, there is no need to leave it alive, so the blob feasts until it stops moving, then ejects the desiccated corpse from its engorged mass. The blob rests for a few more minutes, processing, then the surface begins to ripple from within. After a few seconds a copy of the salamander scurries off into the cave, the rough surface of its new feet gripping perfectly. The creature’s smooth skin is dappled with a pattern of deep green stripes, which slowly disperse into the rest of its body.

    The creature’s new speed only makes its fruitless exploration quicker. It finds useable food, plenty of water, even certain mineral deposits essential to life. But it never finds a way out. The only entrance to the tunnel system is a fast moving creek passing through the remnants of a cave in, while the only exit is a crack scarcely a centimeter across at the bottom of a small pool. Besides, the caverns are a suitable nursery for a young slime-creature, and it's one experience with the outside world was rather...unpleasant. The creature settles in, gorging itself on whatever prey it can lure in. Over the course of decades the creature grows and masters its hunting technique, mastering the forms and motions of every living creature in the area. Its development to maturity is vastly delayed, taking place over the course of decades rather than months, to conserve energy. Tiny amphibians and insects may be numerous, but they don’t provide much in the way of nutrition for a larger creature, so the creature minimizes its expenditure of energy and spends months at a time in a state of hibernation. Besides, there is little point to maturity in a cold, damp place.

    Still, the creature was content in its home, and would gladly have lived out its remaining centuries in peace and comfort, had sheer chance (and a small earthquake) not brought something new to its home.

    @Chrystal Dark
     
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  2. Chrystal Dark

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    Potholing was not so much a hobby as a way to escape from the boring humdrum life that Marigold Cadwalader led. She hated her job, in spite of the fact that it paid well, she hated her boringly clean flat in one of the better parts of Chelsea, she hated the fact that her parents were constantly pushing for her to "find a nice young man and settle down". So to keep from dying of the claustrophobia of her life, she took to the most claustrophobic of all hobbies. She relished the danger, loved the challenge of exploring deep caves under the grpund that no-one had previously explored - not that there were many of those left. But to make up for that, Marigold would travel the world in search of new and exciting caves to explore. "To be clear", she told an American who was sitting next to her on the bus ride North from Vientiane, capital city of Laos, to Pha Tang a little village in the mountains to the North, "Potholing is not the same as what you folks call 'Spelunking'." She often had to explain this to Americans. "Potholing is a precise sport that involves rigorous safety checks and is well regulated. Spelunking is where people crawl into caves without any sort of preparation and usually end up dead!" She shrugged.

    Marigold was short, only 4'11" in "old money" as her grandparents put it, she had long blonde hair that she usually kept braided down to just below her shoulder blades,. She was slim - almost skinny, in fact, except that her boobs stuck out in front. Only a B-cup but in proportion to the rest of her she looked like a miniature DD.

    The bus stopped at Tham Phu Kham, a cave system that Marigold had visited years ago. It was far too touristy. Most of the tourists got off. It stopped again at the Tham Nam Water Cave, and the last few Westerners got off there. Marigold rode the bus further North, finally arriving at Pha Tang. She was the last member of the party to arrive, having flown furthest. Mik Lo was the local guide who had found the new cave system less than a month ago. Vassily Ruchek was Russian, and had travelled down from his home in Vladivostok, Mie Wa was Japanese, and Briley Turner was from Brisbain. Mik Lo was the only member of the party she'd never met before and she shook his hand warmly. The others helped carry her gear into the little guest house. After dinner Marigold pulled up the google satellite view of the area. "So these are the mountains where the caves are? Hmm... What are these bare patches?" She pointed to a couple of large areas that seemed to have no trees or other vegetation growing on them, and some smaller patches dotted around the area.

    "We don't know." Mik spoke perfect English, and conversational French as well as Laotian and Chinese. English being the de facto international language, that was what the group conversed in. "They've been there as long as anyone alive can remember. We thought that maybe the Americans used some sort of chemical during the Vietnam war, but the places where they did have all grown back, plus my grandfather says that they were there before that. He says it was some sort of random bombing by the Japanese," He nodded an apology to Mie Wa, who shrugged, "During world war two, but again, everything grew back long ago... even Nagasaki and Hiroshima... We just don't know..."

    The others shrugged and Marigold dismissed the matter. Caves were far more interesting...

    Next morning, they set off into the mountains. The trek to get up to the cave entrance was pretty gruelling, the Toyota land cruiser barely coping with some of the twists, gradients and dips in the trail, They made it to the base camp site and set up the tents. And then everyone geared up and pushed through the narrow crack in the rock face that had opened up and poured out a few thousand litres of water during a sudden and unexpected tremor. It had registered 5.3 on the Richter scale, shaking a few buildings in the area and breaking some pottery, but apparently it had been enough to split open the rock face that had concealed these caves for unmeasured years. Inside, the rocks glittered damply in the light from their helmet lamps. Stalagmites and stalactites cast strange irregular shadows as the party moved slowly through the first chamber. The second chamber was through a water filled tunnel, big enough for all of them and with an air gap at the top. But the third chamber, the way in had been blocked probably centuries ago by a rockfall. The quake had dislodged some of the rocks and Briley shone her lamp through the hole. "That's too small. I might get in, but I'd never get out again. Plus it would risk the whole lot going down..."

    Marigold scoffed. "Phah. I'll get through there easy. And seriously, look at these boulders." She gave a couple of them a good hard kick with her boots. "Nothing's budging these now the water pressure's gone..." She unclipped herself from the middle of the rope that linked them all together and was their guide back to the surface and attached herself to the front of it. "I'll take some pictures!" She told the others as she wormed her way down through the tight opening. As she predicted, nothing moved. She wriggled out of the boulder tunnel and turned, crawled forward into a magnificent chamber. "Ooooh wow, You guys are missing a treat." The rocks sparkled and flashed in her lamplight. There was some sort of slimy looking algae growth on the rocks underfoot. She made sure of her footing, not wanting to slip and take a tumble. Odd that a plant could grow in these conditions. Maybe she'd discovered a new species? She'd grab a sample before she went back up.
     
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  3. Naggarothi

    Naggarothi Wild Member Member

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    The creature, now well over a hundred and fifty kilograms, tenses in preparation. The rapidly approaching vibrations are strong, by far the strongest its ever experienced. At least a hundred times larger than the biggest salamander its ever found. Of course, that size makes it a great risk. A creature of such size and power might be too strong to be pinned down, to fast to be caught, or even display more esoteric skills. The creature urges long unused cells lining its surface into action, which slowly ooze thick liquid across her skin. It takes the creature only a few seconds to coat its surface in the unique toxins of its species.

    These are not toxins like any other on earth. Indeed, there is no known equivalent in the universe. It is completely harmless until it enters the body of a living creature. Once inside, it will seek out the central nervous system of the target, and quickly begin to interfere with the function of the body. The effects are unpredictable, even in members of the same species, but they are always incapacitating. And often fatal. It also has a tendency to make short work of any carapaces or metals that might get in the way of a feeding.

    The instant Marigold’s foot brushes the creature’s foremost edge it surges forward faster than a striking snake and envelops the diminutive woman’s front leg. A pair of arm thick tentacles wrap around her torso, pulling the woman onto the main mat of the creature’s body. Its full mass wraps around the woman’s body, fully enveloping her. As soon as the woman is fully imprisoned the creature begins to pull itself along into the depths of the cage, fleeing the sources of vibration that, for some inexplicable reason, decided to stay above ground. Though it encounters resistance at first, it yanks on the woman's body with its full strength. After a few seconds of resistance something breaks, and the creature can pull the woman away with little resistance.

    As the creature crawls on dozens of large salamander legs it slowly caresses the woman’s mouth, then forces her lips open. A single tendril caresses the woman’s gums and the insides of her lips, smearing toxins everywhere. A dozen smaller tendrils force their way into the woman’s mouth, then squeeze between her teeth and slowly force them open. The main tendril pushes its way down Marigold’s throat, reaching well into her esophagus, and begins to rapidly excrete huge amounts of toxins, which slowly work their way into her bloodstream, where they quickly get to work. They quickly suffuse every part of the woman’s nervous system and begin to mutate into a potent drug, inducing a state of intense arousal.

    Finally, the creature arrives at its destination, a small chamber scarcely three meters across partially sequestered from the main cave system by a cluster of stalagmites. Prey safely acquired and hidden from her companions, the creature begins to feed. The creature’s external membrane slowly transitions, as millions of pores open up to absorb moisture from her prey. As it slowly drains the moisture through the woman’s mouth long dormant instincts kick in. The creature senses...something surrounding the woman. Like water but...not. Not something she can touch, but a vibration like volcanic gasses escaping through an underground crack. The creature instinctually forms a thick, ridged membrane surrounding its core. The membrane twitches, breathing in, and a ethereal mist condenses around Marigold’s body and slowly trickles into the membrane, which begins to glow brightly. As the last wisps enter it flares to a blinding intensity, then slowly fades to reveal that the membrane has dissolved. The core, now grown to the size of a human fist, pulses with a soft light in time with Marigolds worryingly fast heartbeat.

    What...was that? The creature’s mass spasms. And what the hell was that?! Are these thoughts? Is it...No, not it, am I thinking? How curious. I’ve never thought before. Come to think of it, I didn’t really exist before. Not like this, at least. This must have come from her somehow. I must have absorbed her mind. Or, at least, copied it somehow. The creature reaches out again, searching for whatever it was she absorbed before and finding only the faintest shadow. Taking that might kill her, and she’s worth more to me alive. There’s so much I can do with this. Especially if this is how her mind works. I might be able to use her to my advantage.

    The creature pulls away from the woman, dumping her body in a pool of sticky fluid. The creature hates to lose so much fluid, but she expects that the woman may need to replenish her water after losing almost half a liter before the creature stopped drinking. Besides, if the woman decides to make a break for it, being almost glued to the floor should slow her down a little. Her recently developed intellect suggests countless advantages to keeping the woman, and none to losing her.

    The creature projects a single massive tendril, though most of her bulk remains safely on the ground, the better to halt any foolish escape attempts, not that Marigold is in any shape to run. A pain of smaller tentacles split off from either side of the main tentacle, attaching slightly below the top. They stiffen, forming a weak simulacrum of bones and joints. The tips of both limbs differentiate into five tiny tendrils, though she chooses not to mimic the structure of fingers. The main body of the central tentacle takes on definition, eventually forming the shape of a waifish torso, though one with decidedly large breasts. The slime’s core, still flashing softly, comes to rst behind her left breast, in place of her heart. Beneath the torso she forms slender, delicate hips and a few inches of athletic thighs and a rear structured to match, as well as all the accompanying structures, though those remain entirely superficial. A large nodule at the tip of the tentacle takes on further definition, mimicking Marigold’s features, though they are decidedly more rounded. The eyes are more suggestions than anything else, as the young slime is unsure of how exactly complex eyes are formed. She doesn’t bother with the internal structure of the ears at all. Her entire body is able to respond to sound, making them completely redundant. Incredibly thin tendrils start to form on her scalp. Each possesses so little mass and has so much surface area that they melt together. She snarls in frustration, then tries again, creating a single thick sheet that stretches down to her waist. Finally, the creature mimics the decidedly inefficient nervous system of her prey, though she doesn’t understand what most of it is for. After less than a minute a slightly scaled down but remarkably accurate copy of Marigold’s upper body sprouts from her main portion. Well, accurate aside from its emerald green color and slight transparency.

    The creature leans down over the target of its impersonation and lightly pokes her in the forehead. “Are you still awake, my dear?” Though her mouth moves, she makes no sound. Instead, she speaks directly into the humans head. There are advantages to a psychic connection. “I may have slightly overdone it with my poison. You have my apologies for that. I am...Well, I guess I don’t have a name. Never needed one before. I guess you can call me One.” The corners of her mouth twitch upward slightly, though her ‘voice’ remains dispassionate. “Now...I need you to tell me some things. Issue is, I don’t know enough to know what those are. So you’re going to tell me what I need to know. Make things nice and easy, and you might just walk away from this.” She reaches out and slaps the woman’s cheek as hard as she can, just to prove that she’s capable of following through on her threats. Of course, given the structure of her body, her full strength is relatively mild by human standards. “I suggest you hurry, before I have to hurt you more.”
     
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  4. Chrystal Dark

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    Looking back on it, it all seemed like a weird nightmare to Marigold. Something wrapped around her leg. A snake? There were species of snake that inhabited dark caves. But most would have heard her footsteps and slithered away. If she trod on a sleeping snake, that might explain it, but all she had seen was a slightly translucent green slime, that was clearly some kind of fungus. She let out a yelp, and looked down, then screamed in horror. "OH SHIT, OH MY GOD, GET IT OFF!"

    Her cry echoed around the cave, and up into the chamber above. "Marigold? Are you okay? What is it?" Mie called down, shining his head lamp through the opening.

    Vassily grabbed the rope and began pulling. "Let's get her out of there..."

    Marigold had landed face down on something warm and soft, wet and sticky. Trying to push herself away was futile as the stuff simply oozed further up her arms. It felt strange on her skin, like it was trying to find a way in... "HELP... GET ME OUT OF HERE!" She yelled, was drawing breath yell again when the stuff seemed to find her face. She clamped her mouth shut even as it envelopes her head. A tug on her harness, the guys were trying to get her out. She felt herself move in that direction even as she flailed wildly with arms and legs, even as the ... stuff seemed to be dragging her another way, her arms and legs quickly weighted and gummed down. Breathing becoming harder.... The stuff smelled oddly of amphibians. She tried to move, tried to get out....

    And then the rope broke. Oh god, No! I don't want to die like this....!

    Now she felt herself moved quickly, further, deeper into the cavern. She risked opening her eyes a fraction. The headlamp showed the rock floor speeding past, and... feet? Lots of little feet? This was some weird nightmare and she would wake up from it and be back in her bed in the hotel. I knew I shouldn't have eaten that shrimp stuff... Now the thing - stuff - whatever - was trying to force her mouth open. She tried to keep it closed bu there was something - almost erotic, about its touch, the way it made her lips tingle. That and slowly encroaching anoxia made her try and desperately gasp anything into her lungs. There was a small amount of air, but no where near enough.

    She was passing out, hallucinating, and oh so fucking horny...

    "You breathe when I let you, sweet-pea..." Marigold's first girlfriend had been a sadistic bitch and loved enforcing her will on the young woman she had 'rescued' from homophobic parents. Wrapping Marigold in cling-wrap so she couldn't move, fingers deep in her cunt, and thick black plastic wrapped tight around her face, cutting off her air, dying, suffocating and cumming all at once, the plastic punctured suddenly over her mouth by a cruel fingernail to allow air in exactly as her orgasm washed over her... Hating it and loving it, helpless and powerless, and with absolute trust and faith in her mistress...

    "GAAAAAAH! Ahhhhhh! Ghhhhooooh Guhhhh, Ahhhhh uhhhh huhhhhh.....!" It was probably the most amazing orgasm she'd ever had, and for a moment Marigold thought she was back in Amber's sadistic clutches. But Amber was in prison and likely to stay there for a very long time. Air flooded back into her lungs and she rolled over onto her back, incredibly thirsty, but alive. It was dark, though, the darkness split by the single beam of light from her head lamp, she was clothed and lying on a hard flat rock surrounded by a pool of sticky liquid that she had to fight to move in. Her hand touched something small and hard, and she recoiled as she realised it was a dessicated lizard of some sort. She turned her head the other way and saw.... "AHHHH! Oh my god..."

    The strange, jelly like substance was growing and bulging and glowing slightly although it didn't cast any light. Translucent, her own head lamp shone straight through it even as it formed itself into a human shape from the waist up...

    Words inside her head, in her own voice, but not her own thoughts. "Oh no... I'm not crazy, this is a dream... I'm... OW!" The slap across her face convinced her that she wasn't dreaming. It wasn't a hard blow, but the surprise of it and the sting of contact are enough to drive the message home. "Wait... What? First of all how do I know what to tell you if I don't know what you don't know? What are you, some sort of gelatinous Humphry Appleby?" The reference to a 1980s British Sitcom was totally wasted, but it sprang to mind. But the question raised an even more important one. "Never mind that. What are you? What are you? What are you?" Asking the question three different ways with three different emphases didn't make it any better. But the threat still hung there... "Uh... okay, okay. It's two thousand and eighteen, it's September, this is a cave under a mountain in Laos, which is a country in South East Asia... er... My name is Marigold Cadwalader, uh.... I have four friends waiting in the cave that leads into this one..." She paused. She could faintly hear her friends calling to her. "I'M ALL RIGHT...!" She yelled out. "DON'T COME DOWN..." There might be more of these.... things, and this one had nearly killed her.

    "Okay, look, this is probably going to be easier if we do it the other way around. How about you tell me what you do know, and I'll fill in the blanks?"
     
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    The creature tilts her head. "That...Doesn't make a lot of sense. It would take me a long time to relate all my knowledge to you. Unless...No, my mind is based on yours. I'd know if you had psychic abilities. Besides, the strain would probably kill you...I suppose...I do have have three spares...I might as well see if I can cram it all in there." She reaches out, and brushes her fingers over the woman's face. Her fingers stick to the woman's cheeks, leaving a sticky green trail, as well as a potent dose of her aphrodisiacs. A golden light slowly works its way up her arms.

    "Wait...You've been very helpful. Way too helpful..." The creature's mass pulsates frantically for a few minutes. "I...I am a human...Just like you." Her core flashes an angry red. "I...Can lie. I can lie!" She grips Marigolds face in her hands, holding the woman perfectly still. "And, if I can lie, so can you." A pair of immense spider's legs, over two meters in length, split off from the creature's back and arc over her shoulders. She forms the tips into blades, or at least, what look like blades. In reality, they're just as soft and malleable as the rest of her body. She moves them forward, pushing the blades towards her victim's eyes. "And if I know that it doesn't make sense to have me tell you everything I know, then you know that too. And if you know that, then why are you asking?" She pulls Marigold from the pile of gunk, then slams her against the cave wall. Her voice remains completely calm, even cheerful, though her face distorts into sheer rage. "Are you a spy? Were you sent to find me?" She slaps Marigold across the face twice, then grabs her by the chin, inadvertently holding her mouth shut. "Tell me!" Her voice would be better suited to trying to tease out details about a present than a interrogator, but a hard squeeze makes it perfectly clear that she's not kidding around. Of course, it also makes it completely impossible to answer.

    "Don't feel like talking? Lets see if I can change that." Her spider's legs begin to lose their definition, drooping into more traditional tentacles. The tips rapidly swells, forming a pair of decidedly phallic heads. They lash out faster than the human eye can follow, wrapping around the captive’s wrists with such force that her bones grind together. She jerks the woman’s arms out to her sides, stopping just short of dislocating them at the shoulders. Two thicker tentacles sprout from the creature’s base, displaying the same appearance as those used to restrain the woman’s arms. They coil around the woman’s legs, paralyzing Marigold from her ankles to her hips. The rubbery skin of her tentacles begins to secrete her potent toxins, smearing them all over Marigold’s clothing. The slick layer dries quickly, forming an impossibly sticky shell that makes escape from the grasping tendrils completely impossible. They jerk the woman’s legs apart, pulling them downward at the same time.

    “Who are you?” Dozens of tentacles split from its torso. “Are you the dominant species on this planet?” They begin to secrete One’s potent aphrodisiacs. “How many of you are there?” They coil around the woman’s hips and upper thighs, searching for purchase on the woman’s thick waterproof, insulated jumpsuit. “What are this planet’s military capabilities?” The tentacles form a series of thick ridges, increasing their purchase on the cool surface. “Do they have any weapons that can harm me? Any weapons based on extreme heat or cold?” The creature runs the fingers of her free hand through Marigolds hair, dampening the half dried crust of her fluids in the human’s hair. “Are your allies armed? Would they follow you?” The thin tentacles begin to run over the human’s body, exploring each and every inch of her slender frame. They are harsh in their inspection, stopping just short of leaving bruises. “What would most of your species do if they found something like me? Would they respond violently? Would they accept new forms of life?” The roving tendrils find Marigold’s covered crotch. The woman’s response makes her smile. “Oh...Did that hurt? I’ll stop as soon as you tell me what I need.” The largest of the tentacles slides between the woman’s legs, slowly climbing upward. “Last chance...I don’t like hurting you.” She waits for just a moment, then begins to run the ridged tendril back and forward in a sawing motion. “Is there food on the surface? Organic life with a high concentration of water, as well as certain carbon based proteins.” It speeds up slowly, digging in more forcefully with each pass. The look on the woman’s face, which One beliefs to be an expression of immense pain, makes her feel just a tiny twinge of guilt. She presses on anyway. “Are there others like me?”

    A pair of tentacles each around one centimeter in diameter explore upward, gliding over the top half of the woman’s chest. Agonizingly slowly they find the crest of the woman’s modest breasts. The sound the woman makes draws One’s attention upward from her main focus. “Oh...Did that hurt?” The leftmost tendril swells to double its original size, wraps around the woman’s chest, slightly below her the swell of her breasts, and tugs her chest forward. The other coils, rising far above the woman’s head, then strikes downward like a whip three times. Under the force of the third strike the outer layer of the woman’s boiler suit splits. Without a moment’s hesitation the tentacle darts forward, surging into the gap. Inside the woman’s suit her flesh burns with shame and arousal, hotter than anything the creature has felt in decades.

    One recoils in shock. “Y-You’re a...You have warm blood” The creature stammers, voice wavering. Her tentacles recoil from the woman’s body like they were burnt, dropping the woman to the cave floor. On its own the hand around Marigold’s chin is unable to bear her weight, breaking apart and reforming as she passes through and finally freeing the woman's mouth. She recoils, lashing thick tentacles around several strong stalactites and pulling her away. She comes to rest several meters from the prone woman, staring at Marigold in a mixture of terror and desire.
     
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    "AAAGH! Wait, I wasn't lying... I don't know what to tell you..." Marigold felt like fainting, wished she could faint. It would be one way out of this nightmare, but having a cast-iron constitution made that impossible. And having the creature clam her mouth shut made it impossible to answer any questions. She squirmed and wriggled and made "Mmmnf!" noises. Her treatment at the 'hands' of the creature is not quite violent, although more so than she's had from most of her former lovers. The odd thing being that the reason each of them were former lovers was that they weren't able to satisfy a peculiar need Marigold had. Being violently dragged into a star-shape by this thing that then began to flail at her in a vain effort to make her talk... It had nothing to do with the aphrodisiac that Marigold didn't know about as yet - that was kept away from her skin by the waterproof clothing she wore.

    No, this was her own libido taking over, turning her on at the creature's treatment. When the aphrodisiac reached her face at almost exactly the same time as the thing began rubbing her crotch, Marigold couldn't help it. She climaxed again. It was fantastic, the most amazing experience of her life and she realised she was in love. Or at least in lust. Orgasm followed orgasm as the creature's tentacles explored her body, the thing strikes her breasts hard and Marigold let's out a muffled cry of pain and pleasure. This is heaven, she has died and gone to heaven! The thing begins to invade her clothing and she draws a breath in blissful anticipation of what is to come, when suddenly it is gone and she is dumped unceremoniously onto the floor of the cave.

    "No, wait... Please don't stop?" She gasps weakly. "I was enjoying that...."

    She sighed and struggled into a sitting position. "If I tell you what you ask, will you do that some more, please?" She pauses and, wracking her memory, begins to answer the questions. "Yes, I'm warm blooded, I'm a mammal. I'm not lying to you. I... I think I love you. I want you to keep doing ... what you were doing before...." She gasps in a breath and controls her sexual urges. "I don't know of others like you. At least, not in reality. In these naughty Japanese comic books, maybe... but they aren't real. There is food and water on the surface, plenty of it, depending on what you like to eat. Er... Yes, we're the dominant species, yes there are weapons that use heat, and ... I don't know of any that use cold, but I suppose a liquid nitrogen spray...could be a weapon. As for how humans would react... They'd be frightened. I'm frightened, but... heh. I like being frightened, it turns me on. Like pain turns me on..." She paused. Down, girl. "Uh, military capabilities, I guess you could say we have the ability to wipe ourselves out, and we're bloody lucky to all still be here. My friends are worried about me. They want to know I'm okay. Look, come out with me. I will keep you safe, I won't let anyone hurt you ... Hmmm. Can you follow me at a distance? I imagine you could fit through a pretty small hole? Follow me out but don't let the others see you."

    Lust was clouding her better judgement. "Please? I want to feel you all over my skin.... I want to be naked and lay in a bathtub with you...." Her imagination was running wild and she stopped it. But she wanted more of those amazing orgasms.
     
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  7. Naggarothi

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    The blob narrows her eyes, such as they are. “You’re still trying to trick me, aren’t you?” She growls, then inches forward cautiously. Mammals are dangerous, but the rewards for claiming one are great. She knows that somehow, though she doesn’t know how. It isn’t like the memories she absorbed from Marigold. This isn’t something that comes from the outside. Instead, it feels like something she’s always known, that she only just learned. “You’re a treacherous thing, aren’t you? Even trying to act like you enjoyed your interrogation. You just want me to be confused, don’t you? So that I don’t know how to punish you.” Though her face breaks out into a snarl, her voice remains cheerful and friendly. “No, I have a better plan. Obey my orders and feed me, and I won’t have to hurt you again. I might even have a reward for you.” Her undercarriage slowly oozes up around the woman’s feet, then stiffens, locking her in place. “I don’t need to sneak behind you. I’m not a pathetic creature like you, I have better ways.” Her form melts like a candle, degrading into a simple puddle of gel.

    The gel slowly works it’s way up Marigold’s slender legs in a rippling curtain. “Betray me in any way, and I will reduce your body to bloody scraps, feast on whatever’s left, then do the same to each and every living creature on this planet.” Lying is so convenient. She’s certainly not able to inflict that sort of harm on a creature with the density and cohesiveness of a human, though she’s more than capable of strangulation, which is relatively clean and quick, at least. Nor would she consume an entire planet. That would be such a waste. Besides, her plans are the same regardless of Marigold’s behavior. The only question is which human is going to facilitate her rise. Still, so long as Marigold was being honest about the absence of creature’s like her, the woman should have no way of knowing.

    She reaches Marigold’s knees, and slowly forces them apart, before locking them within a prison of stiffened gel. “You’re gonna feed me.” As she moves her nervous tissue alters rapidly, adapting towards One’s new goal. In the process her voice takes on a slightly drunken lilt. She surges forward once again, enveloping the woman up to the waist. Her mass pulls the woman down, forcing her to kneel in One’s bulk. She wraps around Marigold’s arms, and pulls them together behind the woman’s back, forming an organic monoglove. “You’re gonna keep me safe....” The creature envelops Marigold’s head in her verdant fields. “I’m in charge here, got it?”

    The creature’s exterior slowly becomes more translucent, as her precious biomass flows inward towards her core. As her outer portions bleach, her inner portions darken rapidly, forming a dense sheath around her hostage’s body. After a few minutes the surface of her body begins to slough off in thin rivulets, falling to the ground in a rain of water droplets. The thin mass surrounding Marigold’s kneeling form darkens further, now such a deep green as to be almost black. A tendril of pure shadow splits off within her mass, tipped by her core. The glow has almost completely faded to a faint aura, barely visible even when it flares to its full peak. Curiously, the glow is unobscured by the black mass surrounding it.

    Slowly, the tendril seeks out the small tear in Marigold’s suit. A crown of smaller tendrils, slightly smaller than the woman’s pinky finger project from the head. As the tendril finds the rent, they effortlessly pull the tear open, making space for the wrist thick tentacle, which surges forward into Marigold’s boiler suit. Against the woman’s skin it’s as firm and dense as a steel bar. It forces it’s way past the woman’s undergarments, finding her bare skin. As it squirms down the woman’s body, forcing its way with no consideration for the woman’s comfort, it leaves a trail of aphrodisiac slime. More of the creature’s black mass splits off, joining the tentacle, and eventually entering the woman’s suit.

    The creature’s mass slowly splits off, forming a thin latex-like layer over her bare skin. It pushes into Marigold’s mouth through her teeth, and coats the interior of her mouth, then creates a series of microscopic perforations, facilitating gas exchange.

    One’s core continues to push downward, forcing its way between Marigold’s thighs. It eagerly explore further, generating yet another crown of tentacles to maximize sensory capabilities. It quickly bypasses Marigold’s panties, then pauses for almost a full minute, tendrils slowly caressing Marigold’s most sensitive regions. A forearm thick tendril forms, capped by the core. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, it pushes forward, forcing it’s full mass against Marigold’s lips. After a few moments of futile pushing, the smaller tendrils slip inside, and slowly spread Marigold’s sensitive opening, allowing the core to push it’s way inside of Marigold, accompanied by a great deal of Marigold’s mass, which forms a slowly pulsing plug inside the woman’s most sensitive folds. The vast majority of the creature’s mass pops free, collapsing to the ground and releasing the woman. The thin layer on the woman’s skin shimmers slightly, becoming iridescent for a few seconds, before a rippling wave spreads over the woman’s body, carrying with it a change to the exact shade of the skin and hair underneath it. Though the creature cannot think in a human manner, it sends the woman an impression of deep satisfaction.
     
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  8. Chrystal Dark

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    Marigold is still trying to get herself back under control. Some semblance of reason reasserts itself and she realises she should be panicking, she should be screaming her head off and running, but she isn't. She wants to, but there's this amazing tingle between her legs, and in her mouth, and down her spine... Something about the way the creature touched her has made her impossibly horny. She was no biochemist, but it was fairly obvious that the slimy gloop the creature was leaving on her had some sort of chemical in it that was affecting her nervous system.

    Well, there was that, and her small but highly specific collection of Japanese pornographic cartoons, most of which featured some sort of tentacle monster. And the fact that the last time she'd had sex it had been ... what, almost two years ago? And it had been deeply unsatisfying. She had wanted to be tied up and spanked, and the other girl had been totally against doing that. And just a few moments ago she had been given the most fantastic and satisfying sexual experience of her life so far and she couldn't really be blamed for wanting more....

    While she was processing this, the creature was monologuing at her, and closed the distance it had opened. Shit, I should have run while I had the chance... And then the slime-creature is climbing her legs again, fining a way inside her clothing. "W- wait... What are you doing...?"Her objection is weak at best. She wants the thing on her naked flesh. It is pushing down her belly, solidifying as it covers her. Panic wells up within her. She wants to scream, but she can't. The feeling of being trapped is such an amazing turn on. The rock hard gloop around her prevents her from moving, making it hard to breath as it encases her chest, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. In the mean time it is sliding across her sex and .... "GNNNN! Oh G-nf!" Her cry of pleasure as the stuff caresses her sex is cut off as it fills her mouth. She chokes, gags and then can breath again. A small wave of disappointment is washed aside as the thing penetrates all three of her lower orifices at once "Hhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnng!" She groans. Her muscles are twitching and spasming in the build-up to another amazing climax, unable to move because the creature is so hard against her flesh.

    The ripple is more than enough to tip her over the edge as the stuff softens again and Marigold collapses into the puddle of discarded liquid, her hips jerking hard as pleasure overwhelms her.

    She lies back, gasping for breath for a while, unable to move, barely able to breath. Finally she manages to sit up. She can feel the creature inside her, and covering her completely and she is so turned on that she just wants to lie here and let it fuck her to death. But that would be stupid. "Okay...." She can talk, although her voice is somewhat distorted to her own ears. "Lets go. You're probably going to have to help me climb out..." She mutters it to the creature. Out of One's little lair, she can see the cave with an amazing clarity that she hadn't beenable to before. The beam of her helmet lamp, discarded where she had first encountered One, shond at a random angle, and other torch beams shone through the crack she had climbed through to get here. "It's okay. I'm all right..." She called out. Then realising that the others would demand an explanation that they could believe, called, "My rope got caught on a sharp rock and cut, and I fell a little way.... And... Well it was kind-of erotic being trapped down here... Not something I want to talk about really..." In fact that was true so far as it went. She had masturbated in caves before now. The others called back things like "Too much information", "You sure you didn't hit your head?" and "You're so weird!" But they accepted her story. She found the end of the rope, amd reattached it to her harness, Put her helmet back on and began to clamber up out of the cavern.

    "It's really gorgeous down there, but I wouldn't recommend it..." She said, being absolutely truthful.

    "Are you sure you're alright?" Mik asked her, once they were back on the surface and in daylight. "You seem short of breath, and you look like you're sweating a lot. Perhaps you should see a doctor?"

    "I'm fine. Just a little weirded out buy my own reaction. Being turned on by a near death experience isn't something one expects, you know?" Marigold shrugged. "I just want to get back to my room and rest."

    The hike back down the mountain was longer and slower for Marigold that for the rest of the party. She wanted to race ahead and get back to her room. The feeling of constant arousal was amazing, and she wanted more. But she needed to stay in control in front of the others. She was feeling energised, like the creature was helping her move so she didn't have to use any energy at all. Like those sci-fi books and films and comics where the soldiers wore powered armour that responded to and amplified their movements. A totally random thought occurred to her.

    Back in the safety and privacy of her hotel room, Marigold let out a long moan of pent-up desire and frustration, stripped off all her clothes and stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. "Hrrrn! Oh yeah. Fuck me you disgusting jelly-monster!" She told One, then added, "We could be a superhero, that would be kinda fun!"
     
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  9. Naggarothi

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    Truth be told, One couldn’t care less what explanation for her absence the human gives. She has her own issues. Or rather, her own interests. Besides, right now it’s almost impossible to notice her presence without medical testing. And even if someone did see her, it would be impossible to remove one without ripping off Marigold’s skin and a few of her internal organs, and almost impossible to harm One without killing Marigold.

    One’s species has always had one real advantage on their side. Sheer, unstoppable, unrivaled adaptability. Given enough time, biomass, and fluids there is almost no situation they can’t handle.The shift from predator to parasite is an easy one. And what a parasite they can be. The major weakness of parasites is that they must exist in a constant evolutionary arms race with their environment. Furthermore, their success and reproduction inevitably leads to the degradation of their environment.

    One has options, more options than any earth parasite. Her chemical composition and metabolic processes can be altered just as easily as her form. It is the work of but a few moments to change her body to fulfill Marigold’s needs. She alters her pH to prevent skin irritation, cuts back on her feeding aparati, and adjusts the mass covering the woman’s mouth and nose to facilitate more efficient gas exchange, as well as the passage of food, though she decides to take her fair share of anything the woman eats.

    One isn’t a simple parasite, however. A host is valuable. A good host, especially a mammalian female who seems to embrace her role, is completely priceless.

    Her body, at this density, forms an effective form of armor. It’s certainly stronger that any armor invented by humans, and should stop almost any weaponry they can mount. It’s density even provides some protection against extreme cold and extreme heat, usually significant threats to her species. Her body isn’t simply armor, however. The thin layer over the woman’s skin forms thin, near invisible fibers mimicking the structure of the muscles underneath Marigold’s skin. They’re strong too, at least as strong as Marigold is on her own. One could paralyze the human with little effort. A complex series of sensors form on the inside of One’s body, pressed up against Marigold’s skin, allowing her to sense the passage of impulses along the woman’s nerves. It takes the creature a few short moments to process their activity, and begin to mimic the human’s motion, making her faster, stronger, and limiting the strain on the woman’s body. One’s control over the woman’s breathing even allows her to increase the amount of oxygen each breath takes in, as well as shielding her from most environmental hazards. She also drastically reduces the rate at which she excretes her toxins. Long term exposure would seriously mess up the woman’s heart and brain, possibly even killing her. Of course, so long as she’s exposed Marigold’s physiology will gradually restructure around her venom, leading to a severe dependency. One doesn’t particularly mind that. Either the woman will be a good enough host to keep around, or One has no reason to care if she lives or dies once she finds another potential host.

    As Marigold makes her way down the mountain One undergoes another series of changes. Her species maturity is not so much a physical one as a psychological development. Accessing Marigold’s mind triggered a drastic change in the creature’s mind, allowing her access to a simulacrum of human intelligence. However, her species reaches maturity and sexual maturity at very different stages. The vast majority never reach sexual maturity, much like ants. A single fertile specimen can cover an entire planet’s surface in it’s young in a few years, assuming an adequate supply of resources. However, the eggs of her species are delicate.

    Her eggs need warmth. Furthermore, this warmth needs to be consistent throughout their entire gestation, within just five or six degrees celsius. They need food, especially food that takes little energy to digest, and is extremely nutrient rich. And, of course, they need to be protected from adverse conditions. Normally, they would be kept inside a cluster of hundreds of her species, insulating them from the outside world as well as feeding them precious biomass directly from their bodies, in the ideal possible form.

    One knows this on an instinctual level, even if she has no recollection of another member of her species. She needs a colony to reproduce, at least with any real chance at success. Though it is possible to reproduce on her own, the odds of a successful offspring are low, and the risk of harm for her is extremely high.

    However, there is another option. A warm blooded creature provides heat, usually within highly specific temperatures. The actual temperature isn’t really important, so long as it’s stable. And human body temperature seems ideal. Furthermore, females, at least those who carry their young within their bodies, almost always have a way to provide their young with nutrients, usually in a form ideal for a developing creature. And, of course, within her supple body eggs should be well protected. Unfortunately, caring for them will leave One extremely vulnerable, should Marigold want to get rid of her. It also drastically limits her mobility.

    Within Marigold’s body One begins to change once again. Her core swells slowly, stretching Marigold’s inner fold to her limits. An indent forms on one slide. Over the course of nearly an hour it deepens, forming a pocket. The opening tightens, forming a pair of lips, as the inside of the pocket becomes lined with complex tissues, which immediately get to work on constructing flexible yet durable shells. At the same time, One’s core begins to writhe, projections rising from it’s inside. One by one these projections are pinched off, forming dozens of small beads, which are sealed inside a shell. These eggs, around the size of a marble, slowly travel to a bladder in the woman’s rear, pushing past her tight sphincter without mercy. By the time the woman reaches her hotel room and undresses, One has stored more than a dozen eggs, ready for implantation.

    The creature is dimly aware that the woman is talking to her, though she’s largely disconnected from human intelligence. She pushes a sense of profound irritation at the woman, then begins to feed on the aura surrounding her once again. Though it takes some serious rewiring of the human nervous system to fit her new shape, One is able to take on a human mind once more. “You wish to be fucked? Very well.” She has little interest in such things, but her host has performed well. “You deserve a reward, don’t you?” Her voice is stronger, harsher. Her former cheerfulness is almost completely gone, replaced by cruelty. She is, after all, a broodmother. And broodmothers control their colonies.

    She locks the sheet around the woman’s body in place, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror. Thanks to her sensory apparati, she’s more than familiar with the density of neurons in the woman’s body. In many ways, she knows the woman better than any human lover ever could. The muscles on the thin sheet completely wrapping the woman’s clit begin to spasm, massaging her sensitive nub. The muscles around her nipples mimic the motion, teasing and pleasuring the woman. One’s movements are deft, bringing the woman to the edge of pleasure, then backing off, leaving her gasping and even needier than before. Her control over the woman’s body make it impossible for her to take care of herself.

    Due to her more direct connection one can almost search the woman’s memories, though the process functions poorly for personal experiences. However, the concept of super-heroes is easy enough to find. What One sees disappoints her. Parading around in bright spandex costumes and punching villains. How ridiculous. She allows Marigold to feel her contempt. “Is that what you want to be, little slut? A hero?” She forces the woman to stand up straight, arms on hips, in a parody of the quinntessential superhero pose. Her skin shimmers, mimicking the colors of superman's suit, though the woman is still clearly naked. Rather, it looks more like body paint. One laughs harshly. “You’re a sad little thing desperate to make an impact. The best thing that ever happened to you was falling into my cave.” She forces the woman to pore over her body, hoping that she’ll realize just how ridiculous she looks.

    One manipulates the woman’s arms, forcing her to throw punches at empty air. “You? Save people? Don’t be ridiculous.” She makes Marigold hold a pose, legs shoulder width apart, arm extended in a clumsy punch. “You can’t even save yourself.” She forces the woman to return to her original pose. “You’d probably throw yourself at the feet of the first criminal you found and beg them to beat you unconscious.” Her voice oozes contempt. Her colors ripple once more, creating the impression of a rather immodest leather corset, panties that could generously be described as covering next to nothing, black lace gloves, and thigh high laced black leather boots. “Maybe this is a little more your style?” One chuckles, then forces the woman’s knees to buckle, dropping her to the ground before the mirror. “Maybe this is how you’ll fight crime. After all, even criminals can’t be in two places at once. Maybe the sight of you on your knees will distract them.” She pinches down hard on the woman’s clit and nipples, finally allowing her to climax. “Maybe they’ll call you the Amazing Slut-Girl!” She seizes control of the woman’s left arm and forces it between her legs, then sets her hand to pleasuring Marigold. The woman’s other hand travels to her breasts, and begins to massage them forcefully enough to leave bruises through the insulation of One’s body. She continues her rough play for a few minutes, until she’s sure all scraps of independent thought have been well and truly expunged, making sure Marigold can feel every ounce of her contempt the whole time.

    However, there is one aspect of the super hero mythos that interests One. The stories allow for change, often for the better. A radical restructuring of the world. If only the stupid heroes weren’t there to fight it. But they aren’t real. One is. Her tones soften. “You can’t fight. You can’t stop people from being hurt. I can.” With no consideration for the woman’s comfort she pulls the woman along, then forces her to lie in the bathtub. She releases the woman’s body, allowing her full freedom. One’s body drips off the woman, splattering against the porcelain, in the process pulling her eggs free from Marigold’s body one by one. Her mass slowly forms up into a sphere about the size of a bowling ball, though far more dense, and returns to its normal green. Slowly, the ball squishies forward, forcing her way between the woman’s legs. A pair of thin tendrils lash out, wrapping around the woman's knees with enough force to leave bruises. A second pair find the woman’s wrists and pin them behind her back, squeezing so hard that Marigold’s bones grind together. Her motions are noticeably slower than before, and outside of Marigold’s body she struggles to move around, the cost of transitioning to a parasitic lifestyle.

    A larger tendril, about as thick as a human forearm slowly slowly works it’s way up Marigold’s body, as hard and strong as an iron bar. The tip writhes, forming itself into a decidedly phallic shape, while a crown on finger sized tentacles form a few inches down. With no regard for Marigold’s wishes One pushes the tendril towards the woman’s lips, eagerly forcing it past and down the woman’s throat. The forward moment stops when the crown of tentacles brushes against Marigold’s lips. They lash forward, looping around the woman’s head and neck and forcing the tentacle in deeper. Though the woman’s mouth and head are fully restrained, her nose remains free.

    Next the creature advances on Marigold herself. Three tendrils split off from One’s mass in a vertical line, leaving her only half her original size. The highest is also the thinnest, scarcely larger that Marigold’s pinky finger, with a small bulb at the end. This one moves first, inserting it’s questing length into Marigold’s pussy. It slowly explores, caring little for the woman’s pleasure. “Of course, I need just a little bit of help.” Finally, the end makes its way to the opening of Marigold’s urethra, and presses the tip of it’s bulb against the opening. “I can keep this world safe. There are things out there you can't even comprehend.” She leaves out that the biggest threat, so far as she can see, is humanity itself. The tip slams inward, forcing the tendril deep into Marigold, moving forward without mercy. Its forward motion is only stopped when it reaches the entrance to Marigold’s bladder, then it slowly pulls out. A second after it’s tip pops free it slams back in, moving slightly quicker. In less than a minute it’s fucking Marigold’s urethra mercilessly, tearing in and out of her with the goal of causing as much pain as possible without leaving permanent damage.

    The lowermost tendril slowly oozes forward, slime oozing from it’s tip as it goes. It’s thick, almost as thick at it’s tip as Marigold’s fist, and powerfully built. With a surprising gentleness it presses against Marigold’s sphincter, rubbing lubricating slime as it goes. After a few short moments it slowly presses forward, taking advantage of the impossibly slick slime to enter the woman's body with little effort. It pushes forward carefully, working it’s way almost forearm deep into her body before stopping. Deep inside it begins to pulse, wracking the woman’s insides with powerful muscle contractions.

    “You can't fight, but that doesn't make you completely useless, does it?” The third tendril, scarcely smaller than the second one, moves forward, seeking out Marigold’s entrance. “You know things I don't. Your biology confers advantages I lack. And I have...Certain weaknesses.” It pushes forward, slowly finding its way into Marigold’s sopping wet entrance. “You can help me, and I can help you. You want to help me, don't you?” Her tendril pushes deep in, forcing its way through the woman’s folds until the tip presses up against the woman’s cervix. “You want to give me what I want, so that I can save this little world. Just say yes, so that we can get started together.” The tendril shivers, sending vibrations around the woman’s body. The tendril withdraws from Marigold’s mouth, freeing her to speak. “Let me have what I need. Submit.” She orders, her voice oozing excitement. In her exhilaration her grip on the rest of the woman’s body relaxes, though only slightly.
     
  10. Chrystal Dark

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    Marigold has used anal beads on herself and had found the sensation interesting. But to have a dozen beads push their way into her arse, one after another, without mercy, while she is walking, in public, and forced to control her reaction, is more than just interesting. It is the sort of torment she has craved for her entire life... Well, her entire life as a sexually active adult.

    One's reaction to her suggestion that they could fight crime, ridiculing it and her, while stimulating her clit and nipples, but not allowing her to climax, leaves the caver thinking that maybe she picked the wrong approach. She manages to gasp out "Super villain then?" But is ignored. The simple fact that she was joking seems to be totally lost on One. Don't gloop-monsters have a sense of humour? The fact that the creature is so easily able to control her body, forcing her to stand, to move, to kneel, is frightening, but extremely exciting, and Marigold is so turned on that she is no longer listening to the creature by the time it allows her to orgasm. She would collapse but the rigid covering on her body prevents it. It also restricts the movements that her climax is demanding of her hips and belly, leaving her even more frustrated, as her hands move outside of her control, roughly bringing her close again and again. And then it stops. She is lifted roughly to her feet and marched into the bathroom, the dumped unceremoniously into the tub.

    And suddenly she is free. The beads coming out of her arse hole make her yell with pleasure and pain mixed. She lies back on the cold hard surface, panting, trying to collect her thoughts together. She desperately needs to cum, but the treatment has left her bruised and exhausted. One is talking again and Marigold tunes her out. She doesn't care. The creature is an evil sadist, that is clear. The problem is, Marigold is a pathetic masochist. This, she realises, makes them perfect for each other. Her wrists and knees are grabbed and painfully restrained. "Y- you en..." She gasps in a breath. "Enjoy tormenting me, don't y-" She doesn't get to finish the last word as suddenly she is gagged, the tentacle filling her mouth and throat, the frills wrapping around her head and holding her still. Panic wells up in her and she tries fruitlessly to struggle. The panic subsides into burning excitement as her urethra is roughly penetrated. She can breath, and draws in a massive breath to yell in pain, but can only breath it back out again, as her mouth is totally filled. The best she can do is "Gnnnnn! Gnnnnn!" But it hurts in a way she craves. Marigold has never had urethral sex before today. The only time anything was up there was when she was in hospital and had a catheter inserted. That had felt good, but nothing like this.

    One presses against her anal sphincter again and Marigold relaxes it as best she can, allowing the mass of goo to penetrate as deep as it likes. And then the thing is on all three of her holes again. Pain and pleasure mix and Marigold is on the verge of yet another massive climax, when she feels the grip on her relax, the plug in her mouth withdraws.... "GAHHHH! NOOOO! Bitch, what did you stop for! I was so close....!"

    The problem was, she hadn't heard a thing One has said to her the creature started ridiculing her superhero joke.
     
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  11. Naggarothi

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    One chuckles softly. “You refuse me? Unfortunate, but not exactly unexpected.” She ceases her stimulation of Marigold’s body, then carefully withdraws them. The gag, on the other hand, quickly reasserts its dominance over Marigold’s mouth. One has no interest in anything the woman might have to hear, at least for now. “I’ll ask again, after I have just a little more fun. I think you’ll change your mind, assuming you can still speak.” One doesn’t care which. Nothing in Marigold’s memory suggests that she is at all unique. In fact, what little One knows of humans suggests that Marigold is rather more difficult to persuade than many. Humans have done worse for promises of power.Still, One decides that she can get what she needs from Marigold. With a shift in tactics, of course.

    “You are such an arrogant little thing, aren’t you?” A tendril reaches out from one’s mass, reaching over Marigold’s face to grasp the bath faucet. After a few moments of experimentation, One manages to turn the handle and release a slow trickle of frigid water onto Marigold’s face. One’s tendril releases the handle, then splits into dozens of hair like fibers, each lined with a network of pores. The fibers slowly caress the woman’s face, lapping up droplets. They swell slightly under the influx of water, but whatever they absorb is quickly funneled along to One’s main body, which rapidly expands. As it does, One also changes her shape, mimicking Marigold’s body once again, with a far greater degree of definition than before, and legs instead of a simple blob. The bases of her tentacles slowly migrate to her navel, forming a dense cluster.

    As One grows from a quarter Marigold’s size to almost six feet tall, she decides to make a few changes to her body. She has a more developed understanding of human nature to work with, after all. She smooths out her rubbery green skin, removing even the slightest blemish. Next, she enhances the size and definition of Marigold’s muscles, going from merely fit to decidedly ripped. And, of course, she improves more than a little on Marigold’s meager curves. One runs a finger across her rubber skin. “I tried giving you pleasure. You still refused. Forgive me if I mess up the metaphor, but I’ve tried the carrot, now it’s time to see if the stick works better.”

    She smiles, though only her mouth moves. “So I’m going to hurt you until you give me what I want. And then I’m going to keep going until I run out of ideas. Next time you think about disobeying me, I want you to remember this.”

    One effortlessly hefts the woman up, though the flesh of her arm deforms lightly under Marigold’s weight, then drops the woman facedown over her knees. One carefully removes the gag from Marigold’s mouth, but before the human can say a word the creature runs her hand over the woman’s lips, leaving a trail of thick, adhesive slime. “That should keep you nice and polite. But let’s give it a test, shall we?” She brings her hand down on the woman’s firm rear with every ounce of force she can muster. One giggles softly. “Look at that jiggle! Maybe you’re the ‘disgusting jelly monster’!” She strikes Marigold with an open palm once more. “Or maybe you’re just a lesser lifeform that needs to learn some gratitude.” One spanks the woman once more. “You’re nothing. You should be glad for the chance to serve.” Having made her point, One gives up on her self control, and rains blow after blow on the poor woman’s rear. One has endurance far beyond any human, and maintains her frenzy until Marigold’s rear is bright red, where it isn’t black and blue with bruises.

    One runs a finger over Marigold’s abused rear. “You make such lovely colors when you’re hurt, don’t you? I might have to turn you into a living tapestry, once I have what I need. Speaking of which…” A band of blue runs along One’s flesh before fading to her usual green, leaving behind slightly slicker skin, with a rather nasty secret. One runs her hand across Marigold’s side. Her fingers leave a trail of flushed, slightly irritated skin as millions of tiny barbs puncture Marigold’s skin, injecting a potent venom. A venom which, among many other entertaining effects, increases sensitivity to both pin and pleasure. One delivers yet another swat, relishing in the far stronger pain response than any of her previous blows. “How is that, little pet?”

    Of course, one’s already experienced the joys of spankings, and the creature is nothing if not inventive. She grips Marigold’s knees, and pulls her lower body up for easier access, then leans forward and plants a wet kiss on the human’s pussy. Of course, her kiss releases a huge quantity of poison into the woman’s most sensitive tissues. In such a concentrated form her poisons have a secondary characteristic, the linking of pain and pleasure responses. Always extremely close, especially in someone with Marigold’s proclivities, One’s venom renders them functionally synonymous. And, of course, both responses are pushed to their absolute maximums.

    An inhumanly large tongue spills from One’s lips, carrying with it a fresh load of venom. One gives Marigold an exploratory lick, then plunges deep, stretching the small woman’s capacity to its absolute limits. She buries the squirming, contaminated length in again and again, each thrust brushing against Marigold’s cervix. Despite her tongue being occupied, One speaks clearly into Marigold’s mind. “I can do worse, you know. A million times worse. My body is capable of things you can’t even imagine, you simple little creature.”

    After what seems like hours, One releases the woman, allowing her to fall to the ground. Without allowing the woman to recover, she tugs Marigold into her lap, then lightly kisses her, reabsorbing the film over the woman’s mouth. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and let me use your body? You want to help me make one into many, don't you? You need to submit."
     
  12. Chrystal Dark

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    "Wait, what?" Marigold blinks in confusion. Her own fault for not paying attention, but One accuses her of refusing something? "No, no I didn't..." but it was too late. She was gagged again and watched as One seemed to drink from the tap, and grow in size. The creature forms a human body again but a complete one this time, and larger. Suddenly marigold finds herself face down on One's knees, her lips glued shut and the creature spanking her like a small child. She tries to wail in pain, fails, all she can make are muffled sounds through sealed lips. Part of her brain grins in delight as the part that is terrified tries to beg, to plead, to entreat, to sell her soul for the beating to stop. The pain only gets more intense and the woman can no longer contain her climax, that One, from the comments the creature is making, interprets as a reaction to the pain.

    Suddenly she is spun around and her pussy is kissed deeply. Marigold is already in a state of pure submissive bliss, aching for more pain and more pleasure but suddenly there is no difference. She climaxes again, and then again as the huge tongue enters her and explores her insides. And again... again........ again....again...agaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

    One long unendurable, continuous orgasm. There is a Japanese term used in Hentai comics: Ahegao. Usually referring to a facial expression, associated with total mind break... By the time the creature stops, Marigold is in what she will later describe as "subspace". She is floating on a sea of paisure, the only word she can find to describe the feeling. Her nervous system is permanently restructured by the venom and the continuous sensation overload, and she will never again experience one feeling or the other.

    The pain of landing on the floor gives her an orgasm, as does the kiss... Her eyes are blank, glazed, unfocussed, her mouth open, panting. For one moment she forgets how to speak, and then instinct comes to hr rescue. "Moooooore? Please? Do anything you want, I love it!"
     
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    One smirks. “Was that really so hard? If you’d just said yes the first time…” For a few seconds she weighs just moving on. She has her permission, there’s no reason to keep hurting the woman. On the other hand, she did make a promise, and Marigold is still conscious. Well, mostly conscious. Besides, she might as well test the human’s responses a few more time. Collecting data is always a valuable pursuit. Still, she does need a metric. The woman does seem to babble rather a lot. If she leaves the woman’s mouth clear, she should be able to gauge her level of cognition by the lucidity of her speech.

    Without any further deliberation One launches into every single punishment that her twisted mind can imagine, at least, as many as she feels don’t carry a significant risk of permanently damaging her host. She beats every square inch of the human’s exposed skin, leaving a carpet of light bruises. With the woman freshly tenderized, One scrubs her with hand whose skin has been temporarily formed into a rough, sandpaper like layer, taking care not to draw blood. After her first passover, she forms secretory clusters on the surface, secreting a thick green gel which she works into the woman’s skin. Relative to her neurotoxins, this one is a relatively simple one. It simply causes a tingling sensation. Unless, of course, it’s exposed to human body temperature, at which point it’s molecular structure begins to radically shift and begin to cause a powerful burning sensation. While that particular effect keeps the rest of the woman’s body busy, She moves onto the woman’s most sensitive regions. She brutally violates every one of the woman’s holes over and over again from dozens of angles with countless tools, rubbing her raw, and introducing dozens of lubricants, toxins, and irritants, causing dozens of effects, by and large highly unpleasant. At the same time, a cluster of tentacles sprout from her back, and begin to explore the woman’s body, finding every nerve cluster, sensitive spot, and old injury to poke and prod in the exact right way to cause maximum pain without permanent consequences.

    Finally, after the woman reaches her absolute limit, One stops. She has absolutely no desire to break the woman, now that she’s finally gotten exactly what she needed. In any case, she’s running out of ideas.

    Next, she moves onto her real purpose. The woman should be more than adequately prepared, and in her condition should be able to offer no resistance whatsoever. One reverts to her regular disorganized blob, and extends a pair of thick, powerful tendrils, which wrap around the woman’s ankles. She lifts the woman’s upper body into the air, giving her easy access. A third tendril, just as powerfully built but with a channel running down the center, slowly extends from the blob, raising into the air over the woman’s body. One hesitates for a moment, restructuring her anatomy to connect the channel to her egg sac.

    The moment her necessary tissues have been established, One’s tendril, her ovipositor, lunges forward, pushing it’s way past the human’s nether lips and into her core. Ignoring the woman’s no doubt considerable pain, she pushes in deeper, worming her way in until she reaches Marigold’s cervix. Then, without giving the woman a moment to ready herself, the wrist thick ovipositor forces its way into her uterus.

    Having gained entry One’s tendril slowly begins to caress the woman’s uterine lining. Fortunately, the woman seems to be at the peak of her secretory phase. The additional nutrition in the earliest days should significantly cut down the gestation period.

    After several moments of careful consideration, One selects an ideal location. An egg, approximately the size of a marble, slowly begins to work it’s way down her ovipositor, forming a distinct bulge as it travels. The egg, and the associated bulge, slowly work into the woman’s core, stretching her folds to their absolute limits. Unfortunately, the woman’s cervix proves a far more effective opponent. No matter how hard One pushes, she can’t force her way through. At least, not without risking permanent damage to the woman’s body. After some thought she begins to secrete a lubricant, to which she adds a potent muscle relaxant, allowing her to spread the woman’s cervix well past it’s former limits. Then, with considerable effort she forces the egg past Marigold’s cervix and into her uterus. As soon as it comes into contact with her uterine lining, the egg quickly implants itself, rapidly rewiring her metabolism to provide for itself.

    Over the next half hour, One repeats the process 18 more times, leaving 18 eggs implanted in the woman’s body, slowly growing, preparing to fulfill their purpose.

    Having completed her task, One is completely exhausted. She once again excretes her excess water, and wraps herself around her body once more. There she rests, allowing Marigold to go about her activities as needed. Her only duty, the only one that actually matters, is to monitor the growth of her young. They grow splendidly, far faster than she ever dared dream. It takes three weeks for them to reach maturity, ready to repeat the cycle with their own hosts, a need One carefully imprints on their developing minds.
     
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    She had died and gone to... Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? She didn't know, didn't care. Her body gave up and her mind followed. There was nothing except pain and pleasure. Her constant screams were of both, It was fortunate that the hotel room was sound proof - the fact that it was often used by Western businessmen and women who wished to spend the night but didn't wish to spend it alone, hence the increased levels of privacy.

    Finally it stopped. Marigold was unsure when or how, but the continuous torture that she had endured and enjoyed for the last thousand millennia came to an end. Her expression was glazed, her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open, drool covering her lips, lungs labouring for oxygen. Her belly and hip muscles spasmed and jerked continuously, the "natural state" for them having become one of continuous stimulation. The woman's mind was not completely gone, but it had retreated into a place where only pain and pleasure and extreme stimulation mattered.

    She barely feels the first egg. But slowly she comes back down from the high, slowly returns to her body, the burning faded to a wonderful tingle, the stimulation now limited to her vagina and womb. She feels warm, comfortable, exhausted, a wonderful afterglow from the most amazing sex of her life, She feels a push in her vagina and realises that her belly is larger than it should be. As she watches, and feels that push force its way past her cervix and into her womb, she sees a small lump add to the bulge. "You're laying eggs in me...!" She giggles. "Sweet. I'm gonna be a mummy!" Her voice is dry and croaky, and very weak. "D'you have any more of that nectar stuff you fed me before? Thirsty...!" She realises she'd still lying in the bath and reaches up to turn the tap on. The water is probably not the best stuff to drink, but even in her fuddled state Marigold is able to reason that if the creature is laying eggs in her, it won't want her to die of a disease, and can probably kill off any other parasites and stuff.

    Another lump goes up into her body as she finishes drinking.

    Soon she has enough energy back to climb out of the tub, and One seems to have finished impregnating her and has slithered herself into a comfortable coating. She lookes like she's about eight weeks pregnant with twins, she decides and pulls on her baggiest clothes. Her phone has loads of messages, and she answers them saying she came down with a stomach bug, but she's fine now. It has been three days, she realises, since the caving expedition. No wonder she's hungry! She orders room service and eats ravenously. Then books her flight home.

    She grows so fast, over the next three weeks, it is weird to see. She is unable to explain it to anyone and so she didn't, instead staying holed up in her flat, eating lots and drinking lots of water, and getting as much exercise as she could. And then, when she felt there was no way her belly could possibly stretch any more, they hatched. The feeling of the eighteen little Ones sliding out of her womb and down her vagina, one by one, made her writhe on the bed, eighteen climaxes one after the other not enough to send her into that blissed-out state she had been craving, but enough to remind her why she had been craving it.

    When the last baby was out, She lay panting for a while, as her body returned to normal, and then she laughed, a mad laugh. "One? You want to impregnate me again? Well you can't. Not until you fuck me until I'm senseless again, like you did last time. That's the deal. You put me into that bliss of pain and pleasure, and you can lay eggs in me..." Her insane cackle rang around the flat.
     
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