Me, Myself, and You (Parasite Slime)

The dream was an old and familiar one for me.

I was playing in the woods of my youth with my childhood friend Sam Douber. We were young then, I was thirteen while he was twelve and every trip in the woods was a new adventure. Some days we pretended to be valiant warriors, forever on a journey to defeat the “Big Bad Evil Guy” whose minions haunted the forest. Other days we pretended to be peerless adventures, charting unknown wilds and discovering strange wonders. The dream tugged my hear as I watched us wander through the halcyon days of our youth.

No matter what we were did, however, the dream always would end the same.

We would always discover the cave and Sam would always dare me to enter first. I would always accept with the bravery of youth and foolishly enter the cave, my pig tails bouncing and a “Hello Nekomata” flash light gripped in my tiny hand. I would always walk down into the darkness and, no matter how much I tried to avoid it, my feet would always trip over that  damn pebble.

I would then shriek and tumble deep into the waiting darkness.

Sometimes I would land on my rear and in others I would land on my back, but always would my flashlight land next to me and highlight the squirming horror I had discovered. I would always gasp at the puddle of pink, gooey, terror. I would then utter an all too short scream as a wave of pink enveloped me while wearing a simple, smiling face.

Engulfed by the ooze, I would struggle with all my tiny might as a lazy warmth filled me. Soon, the naughty parts of me would begin to tingle in a strange, new way and my muffled cries would sweeten. I would always try and call for help, only for the ooze to flow into my mouth and….other….places.

No matter how hard I fought, my mind would soon become fogged, my struggles easing as the tingling warmth sapped all strength from me. The ooze would undulate around and in me, causing waves of the pleasurable sensations to build up within me. My mind would become fogged and I would feel a strange.....hunger...build up within me.

It was then that I would hear Sam's voice pierce the darkness as he searched for me. When he dropped from above, my mind would become horrifyingly clear in preparation for what was to come. In my dreams he would always gasp in shock as he saw me trapped in a pink prison, the ooze ravaging me. Tears would well in his eyes as he screamed my name, charging forward to save me.
My hand would always reach towards my greatest friend and the ooze would reach out with me.

Sometimes I screamed for him to save me, other times I asked him to run, and, in the most sickening of nightmares, I would whisper for him to come for me.

I cannot remember what I really said to him in that dark cave as the ooze dragged him towards me.

I only remember that I wanted to say that….

That I…

I GOTTA FEELIN’!

I awoke with a shriek as the radio dragged me into the waking world, limbs flailing as I tried to find the damned radio.
THAT TONIGHT’S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT!

With sleep blurred eyes I groped for the radio, my shifting weight causing squelching noises to sound from my “bed”.  As the law of morning dictates, I couldn’t find the damn thing on a two by two night stand. My frustration peaked, causing me to emit an angry growl while the music played.

THAT TONIGHT’S GONNA BE A GOOD NIGHT!

A pillar of ooze began to rise from the pink blob I rested on, feral anger taking hold.

THAT TONIGHTS GONNA BE A GOOD, GO-*CRUNCH*

The tentacle crashed down upon the worn night stand,crushing the radio into tiny pieces of plastic and metal. An exasperated groan slipped through my lips as I felt the shattered remnants of the radio float inside my bubble-gum pink tentacle. I hated when “I” did that. My eyes cleared and I shot an angry glare at the smiling face which floated in the ooze next to me.

<Those things annoy us, why do we keep buying them?> It asked in a voice nobody but I could hear.

“Because I actually have to wake up and do things.” I retorted, stretching as I “rose” from my bed of slime.

My name is Ruby Daniels and I am a Slime Carrier.

Eight years ago I encountered the Parasite Slime “Rose” in a cave and my life was altered forever. She had taken and twisted an innocent little girl into a lustful, energy draining monster in a matter of minutes. By the time rescue found us, Rose had used me to completely drain Sam of his spirit energy and shatter our friendship forever.

 I spent 6 months in isolation as Rose violated me and controlled my body like a puppet. It wasn’t until a arcane energies consultant (Fancy modern term for wizard) was called in to inscribe the Rune of Numbing on my back that I could think again.

 As its name suggests, the mark transforms all pleasure I receive into a dull buzz. I could again function as a normal person without having the simplest of touches reduce me to a twitching, orgasming mess.

In short, Rose can go eat a dick.

A groan from the only real bed in the room announced the awakening of my roommate Abbydon (Or Abby as she preferred to be known.)
“You can just press the button to turn it off, you know that right?” she quipped from the bunk, rising just enough to show me a messy shock of pale, white hair and a pair of large, red eyes sitting in two pools of black.

An ancient evil had awoken and it was bitchy.

“And you can go to bed earlier than 4:00 in the morning. Besides,” I said, enveloping the shattered remains of the alarm clock into the tentacle for transport. “You know I have to get the rune redone today.”

I couldn’t see her mouth but I was sure that Abby was pouting in annoyance. I decided to ignore the blue-skinned devil and get ready for the day ahead. With a gentle pulse of will, the large slab of slime I rested upon coalesced into a round blob. The pink goo that surrounded my legs had bonded with them, making walking impossible.

“How long has it been since I  last used them?” I wondered, willing the blob towards my dresser.

<Since we met ourselves silly!> the un-hearable voice sweetly giggled. <Besides, why would we want legs when we can do this!>

The ooze that penetrated me wiggled and danced, Rose's simple smile widening as the first wave of pleasure hit me. The squirming tentacles brought a blush to my face and made my breathing quicken, causing my hands to shake as I snatched my clothes from the drawers.

“Because I don’t want to worry about something fucking me till I can’t think straight and taking my body for a joy ride.”
The simple smile turned into a pout but Rose remained silent as I found my clothes and drifted towards the dorm showers.

Situated near the center of Monster Girl City, Moneeta Golden-Down University believed wholeheartedly in the ideal of peaceful co-existence between man and monster girl. To help further their  goal of a brighter, integrated world, they had opted to use co-ed dorms so the students could mix and mingle their hearts content.

Suffice to say, there were not a lot of virgins after the first week of classes.

The worst part was I could fucking SMELL who wasn’t a virgin any more.

The transformation into a monster girl had, in addition to the tentacles and nymphomaniac parasitic body buddy, given me the ability to “smell” the spirit energy of men. The dorm hallway was a veritable cornucopia of spirit energy scents that quickly roused Rose into action and filled me with “hunger” pangs. A subtle pressure pushed against me as I oozed down the hall, slowing my progress and attempting to force me onto a nearby male.

The slime gently moved between my lower lips,  tinting my face crimson with lust. The rune upon my back began to glow as it tried to valiantly fight against the lewd assault.

“Stop it Rose.” I commanded as I passed a chubby dorm mate (Alex I think his name was. He always smelled of minotaurus.) whose head was covered in bandages.

<No.> The parasite slime responded, inching tentacles towards him. <We want to have fun. Not get up early or do work.>
The ooze inside me increased its pace, staining my brain with pleasure and causing my knees to shake. It was only sheer force of will that allowed me to withdraw the tentacles and spare the boy.

The student continued down the hallway, unaware of my internal struggle as I finally forced myself into the shower room. There I sat in the tiled room, panting as my  hand worked its way to where the slime had entered me. It worked feverishly, plunging deep into me to as the bubble building within me begged for release.

<Mhmmmm> Rose cooed inside to me as my mouth lolled open, legs kicking hopelessly in the ooze as the waves of pleasure resonated inside me. <Doesn’t this feel good? Why do we resist so much? We can feel as good as we want if we work together.>

The only responses were my frantic pants and the sloshing noises of my hand moving in the slime. Finally, dawn broke and I shuddered as the orgasms cascaded through me, the rune on my back growing grossly incandescent in the relative gloom of the showers.

I sat there, trying to collect myself as I basked in the afterglow. Eventually, my breathing slowed and I was able to pull myself into the shower, setting the water temperature to as low as possible. Rose had been growing more aggressive these past few weeks and the rune was becoming less and less effective at keeping the pleasure from overwhelming me. In fact, the only reason I had even gotten up so early today was to speak to someone about it.

“Why can’t it ever be easy?” I wondered as I stepped out of the shower, catching my reflection in one of the many mirrors.

I was a short girl, standing a mere 5 foot 3 with modest B-cups breasts. My body was thin without any trace of muscle nor fat and my pale skin looked soft to the touch. My rear was soft and my hips were slender, supple things. Straight red hair hung messily about my head and my eyes shown like green emeralds.

I sighed and the tight featured face in the mirror mimicked me, as I dressed myself. A dark blue bra, simple white t-shirt, and a black skirt were all I needed to get dressed for the day. Panties and pants had long been discarded due to the pervasiveness of the slime, forcing me to go commando.

As I wove my red hair into a bun, the door to the showers opened and Abby stepped into the room. The little blue devil was short, standing a mere 4 foot 5 inches, bearing ample hips tried to make up for her A-cup breasts. She had soft features that were currently slacked from sleep. From her back sprouted two black wings with a matching spaded tail sprouted from above her soft buttocks. Abbydon felt no shame about her underdeveloped body, taking it  as a point of pride.

This morning she had elected to walk over to the showers naked, carrying her clothes (A black tank top that would be little more than a bra and some pink hot pants) under her arm in a crumpled mess. Abby gracelessly tossed her clothes onto an empty bench and stood in the shower staring at the faucets.

“You know,” I teased as I put a bobby pin in my hair, “the shower works better if you turn on the water.”

She gave me a blank stare before turning the faucet, letting out a shrill “EEP” as cold water crashed into her. I had to hold back a  chuckle as the devil fought to turn the hot water on amidst the icy deluge. If I had learned one thing from my two years of rooming with the blue-skinned devil, it’s that Abby did not handle mornings well.

“Hey Abby, I need to go see Christopher at the gym today about my rune. I'll be back in the room in about an hour or so.” her pointed ears perked at the name and an evil grin spread across her face, the mere mention of the boy had awoken her far better than any coffee in the world.

“Going to go met your pal the paladin are you?” She crooned from the shower, blue hands curling into fists. “I may just have to join you for that.”

My eyes narrowed and a batch of tentacles subconsciously rose from the ooze in response to my displeasure. “Only if you promise to not do anything to prevent Christopher from helping me during this visit.” I growled, choosing my words carefully. Being a devil, Abby was bound by her word once she gave it and I did NOT want her private crusade against Christopher to screw me over today.

“Fine,” She pouted, her tail and wings twitching in irritation. “You have my oath that I, Abbydon, Princess of Destruction, will not interfere with Ruby Daniels’ business with Christopher Vanderuff on this day.” Her voice reverberated within the shower, roaring thunderously loud despite her making no effort to raise her voice. Dust fell from the ceiling and the walls seemed to shake as the words continued to echo unnaturally within the confines of the small room.

Eventually the noise receded, replacing the heavy proclamation with the sound of running water.

“Princess of Destruction?” I asked dryly, my lips curling into a wry smile as she stepped from the shower.
She rolled her eyes as she dried herself “Hey, I have a title and I have to use it when making contracts.”
I cocked an eye brow at her “How did you earn that name?”

She blushed purple and hastily stuttered a reply.  “T-that’s not important. Besides, don't how have somewhere to go?”

A quick check of the phone showed that the time of my appointment was drawing close, curiosity would need to wait today.

“Yea, we better hurry before he’s too irritated to help.”

Abby smirked as she pulled up her short shorts. “Does he even have a mood other than irritated?”

< ----- >

MGDU is one of the premier centers of learning in Monster Girl City and has a student center to match. Standing three stories and built in a modernistic style, the Issabel Fitness Center was filled to the brim with all the amenities a college student could want. Great televisions for watching movies or playing games, a grand library with shelves full of books (including a well-stocked erotica section), and even a smattering of spare rooms furnished for students who needed to catch a quick nap (which often preempted or followed coitus)

Abby and I, however, were headed towards the most commonly used part of the student center, the weight room.

Designed to accommodate all manner of races, body types, and weight levels, the gym was a jungle of machinery, free weights, and treadmills. There were a pair of massive basketball courts which saw near constant use and an indoor pool for anyone wanting a quick dip. There even rumors of a fighting ring that appeared at night, drawing the more martial minded students.

“Why do we have to meet him here?” Abby whined as we  walked through steel forest of weightlifting machines. “Couldn’t we just grab him after his shift ends?”

<We agree with the blue one, we want to meet him outside….Alone..> Rose stated, wiggling the ooze below me for emphasis.

I ignored her suggestion and popped a spirit energy supplement (Auntie Sola’s! It’s kind of edible!)

My transformation from human to slime carrier had, in addition to tentacles and an annoying “roommate” (<We resent that.>), given me a hunger for men’s spirit energy. Ever since I regained control of my body from Rose, I had sworn to never take spirit energy from an unwilling man again. Unfortunately, being a slime carrier was a bit off-putting for most guys (I think it was the tentacles) and the remainder just expected me to spread my legs as soon as they whipped out their dick. As such, I was forced to make do with the tasteless supplements the stores sold.

I choked the pill down, ignoring the sawdust aftertaste as best I could.

“Seriously, how do put up with those things?” Abby asked as she stepped over as she stepped over the lower half of an absolutely RIPPED Oomukade in the midst of dumbbell presses. “Why don’t you just grab some guy and get a quickie.?”

<Yes, why do we keep denying ourselves?”>

“I want to find the right guy.” I responded to both of them “It just cheapens it if I just do it with some random guy just because I get hungry.”

The blue demoness scoffed at my answer “Geez, you are such a prude Ruby. No one is gonna hold it against you, its best when its fresh.”

<We should listen to the blue one. We have gone too long without fresh energy.>

I ignored the both of them and slipped past a pair of Minotauruses chatting by a squat rack, I have had this discussion too many times with too many people before to care anymore. Besides, my appointment with the Paladin was just around the corner.

To help instill good work ethics, and to cut employment costs, the weight room was staffed purely by students. These employees cleaned the weights, set up for sporting events, and made sure no one hurt themselves on the equipment. The males also had served (unofficially) as “Stress relievers” for any girl who could run off with one. The constant threat of becoming the university bicycle drove many of these student employees, who were mostly drawn from the school sports teams, to use whatever means they could to avoid getting caught by the extra-species girls. Mastering martial arts, training with weapons, and hours of working out had turned these men into musclebound throwbacks to the age of adventurers.

Christopher…….was not one of these men..

Christopher Vanderoff stood a fairly average height, evening out at 5 foot 10, with shaggy blonde hair and dark blue eyes.  His chiseled features were always locked in a look of vague annoyance which said “Someone, somewhere is doing something that annoys me.”  He was built with the body of a sprinter and if a student went to the gym, there was a 85% chance that he was working the desk. His uniform was a deep purple polo with a golden feather embossed over his heart along with a black pair of slacks.

Even over the sweat I could smell the scent of his spirit energy, a lemony scent with the sweet undertone of a virgin. Somehow, despite being constantly surrounded by monster girls and lacking massive thews, Christopher had remained unclaimed since his since arrival at MGDU.

Currently, had turned his irritated gaze towards a red slime who was “walking” on a treadmill.

<We do not like this man.> Rose quietly thought towards me

“And he does not like you.” I thought back as we walked to the desk.

Subtly, I could see Abby's gait shift as neared the desk, feet stepping one before the other and hips rolling  with each step. The devil's tail twitched behind her and her black wings stretching out just a bit. As we reached the three yard mark Christopher turned to us, his bored gaze flicking with recognition as it met mine and when it turned towards Abby it.....didn't change.

I was a little disappointed honestly, there was no clashing of sparks, no holy sword being drawn (<We would like to see his holy sword.>), or even denouncements of her unholy race. Instead, he simply continue his bored stare and gave us an unenthusiastic greeting.

“Hello Ruby, Abbydon. I take it you wish me to look at the rune?” He simpley stated,his bored voice carrying just the fainest hint of irritation.

<We think he needs to get a girl. We would work.> Rose whispered.

“Awwww, it's almost like you want us to leave.” Abby tittered as she walked  past me to Christopher, his eyes narrowing slightly as she did. “Did you enjoy the drink I got you?”

“The orange juice was good up until the point where it turned me 12 again.” he said as the annoyed tone intensified. “Not all of us wish to re-live our youth devil.”

She shot him a coy smiled as she sauntered forward, now two yards from his desk. “But its so much nicer to be like this.” She said, motioning towards her own body. “Hasn't humanity always lusted after eternal youth?”

“I was a child once.” He said, eyes tracking her. “it is not an experience I wish to repeat.”

“I think you enjoyed my gift.” her grin grew wider “In-fact, I think you may just  be playing hard to ge-” There was a crack of thunder and a flash of light as Abby was hurled back with such speed that I was barely able to catch her. My tentacles stopping her before she crashed into a leg press.

There was a reason why Christopher had kept his virginity.

I hastily gave Anna a quick once over as I lowered her to the ground. There were no obvious burns or injuries and she was breathing, it almost looked like she had just fallen asleep.

Christopher remained at his desk, giving us a disinterested look one would give an ant on the sidewalk. Around us, the weight room patrons continued lifting without interruption, apparently this was a regular occurrence to them. The ground around Christopher's desk was now alight, displaying rows of glowing white runes.

“Was that really necessary?” I growled tentacles forming and lashing around me as I glared.

<We do not recommend this course of action.>  Rose worriedly whispered as he met my fiery gaze with the same uninterested stare.

“No.” the he stated, eying the runes and causing a few of them of the markings to dissolve before willing the rest of the runes silent. “I seemed to have placed too many force runes, I have adjusted their numbers.”

Rumor around the school was that Christopher had undergone paladin training at some point but no one could confirm it and he had never deemed it necessary to answer. All I know is that his attitude and skill with runes hinted at some sort of training.

“She will be fine, it merely rendered her unconscious.” he continued, waving me forward. “Assuming you AND your other half promise to not do anything, I can get you going in a few minutes.”

<We promise nothing.>

“We will.” I answered, he gave me a curt nod tapped his desk. He was one of the few people who acknowledged that two different people inhabited my body now.

He froze for a second then gave me a nod. “The runes are temporarily disabled and will reactivate themselves after five minutes. Let us hurry.”

I slid forward over rubberized floor, waiting for the a flash of light or an impact which never came. As I oozed behind the desk, Christopher dragged walked over, a small rod held in his hand. “Turn around and life your shirt please.”

I grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled it up, catching the envious gaze of the musclebound Oomukade who was curling in a corner with a massive pair of barbells.

<Now is our chance.> Rose said as he pressed the rod onto my back and traced the rune. My tentacles began to inch forward and the ooze between my lower lips was beginning to vibrate, drawing a short, sweet gasp from me. <Please, let us take control. We want control, we want a taste.>

Unconcerned about my inner turmoil, Christopher continuing to poke my back as he inspected the rune of numbing. The scent of his energy was nearly overwhelming and I felt my body throb with need.

“I am confused as to why you brought Abbydon.” He said, prodding my back with the rod. “You know the two of us are enemies yet you still allowed her to come.”

“She swore an oath that she wouldn't do anything.” I said, my voice short and tight as I fought to keep Rose from assuming direct control “She would have stopped.”

For the briefest of seconds I felt him pause before continuing his work.  “She should have said so.”

<Take him now!> Rose shouted as I felt the ooze within me stir, reddening my face further with blush.

“No!” I silently shouted back “I am not doing that ever again. When I do it, it will be with someone I love.”

<Make him love us!> Rose shouted back, the tentacles continuing their advance. <We have our tentacles, we have our poisons. We can make anyone love us.>

“Sam didn't love us.” I shot back as I felt a wave of numbness wash over me. Rose's response was silence.

“Done.” Christopher said, withdrawing from me and putting the rod in his pocket. “Thank you for keeping yourself in check.”

“No problem “ I said tiredly as I slid away from the desk, returning to Abby's silent form. “I'm glad you fixed it.”

“I did not fix it.” Christopher said as he wrote something on a small scrap of paper.

….What?

“What?” I said in a voice that was not quite a shriek. I felt Panic filling me as he offered the scrap of paper with an outstretched hand.

“It is now beyond my skill to repair. I have placed a secondary, temporary rune that will last for a week but if you wish it fixed you must see my instructor.” he apologized in a voice tinted with the barest amount of sympathy. “I am sorry.”

My hand shook as I took the paper, my last hope scrawled within.

“You are sure they can help me?” I asked in a painfully desperate voice.

Christopher responded with a small nod “He is a master of runes and the best sage I know. If anyone can help you, it is him.”

I opened the paper, seeing a hastily scrawled phone number and the name “Thomas Gies”

A monster's last hope lay in the hands of a paladin. What is this world coming to?

“Here” Christopher said, handing me a small sugar cookie with yellow frosting. “You look like you need a pick me up.”

I took the small pastry and bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste of the sugary icing.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling my rapidly beating heart calming itself “I needed that.”

His face regained its vaguely irritated look as he handed me another cookie, this one was oatmeal raisin.

“For Abbydon.” he said  as he returned to the desk and gave an stared at a empty bench-press, weights still hanging on the bar.

I went over to the sleeping devil and poked her with a pink tentacle, rousing her from her magicaly induced slumber.

“Wakey Wakey.” I said, waving the cookie above her. “We can go now.”

Abby groaned and snatched the cookie from me, shooting a daggers at the uncaring Christopher who was busy taking weights off the bar.

“I suppose I walked into that one.” she grumbled as I helped her stand up, the little demon taking great bites of the cookie and demolishing it in seconds.  “So, he fix it?”

“Nope.” I responded with a shake my head. “He refereed me to someone else.”

With my business concluded, Abby and I left the possible paladin to his gym. As we ascended the stairs Abby's stomach  gave an audible growl.

“Oof,” She said, placing a hand on her belly. “Something must have been up with that cookie you gave me.”

“Really? The one Christopher gave me was fine.” She froze solid as soon as she heard his name drop.

Before she could respond she doubled over, moaning as she....well.....grew up.

Abby's already wide hips jutted out, growing out into thighs worthy of a fertility goddess while her soft derriere sped after it, threatening to tear her shorts asunder. Her meager A-cup breast expanded into palmable D-cups, exposing a a great amount of under-boob as the tank top was transformed into a bra. Fighting to catch up with the rest of her, her body shot up a couple inches, bringing her to a respectable 5 foot 6. Finally, her youthful face matured, transforming from that of a girl into that of a demure, motherly woman.
There was an awkward silence as we fought to understand what had just happened.

Slowly, Abby's fist closed, newly lengthened nails digging deep into her palm. “That bastard...” she whispered as a mad grin crossed her now ripened face.

“He's going to pay for this.”