Crushing Weight
by
Varien Quill

     - The west wing is clear. I'm going back. Over.
     - Stop saying "over", man. You watch way too many movies. Just get your ass back here.
     - Someone has to act professional. Over and out,
A long, defeated sigh went through the walkie-talkie, just before audible click. Muscular wolf with broad shoulders placed a radio back behind his thick, leathery belt, while guiding his way with a flashlight through the darkness in the warehouse's hall. He might have been binge watching too many cheap films, but he enjoyed his work. Even in most of them, "bad guys" just like him, ended up pretty poorly.
Terry saw nothing out of the ordinary in this abandoned building, so had no other choice to just come back to the exchange spot to let his buddies finish the deal, the biggest in their brief lives. He didn't care if they were breaking the law, since no one important was hurt. Once at the massive doors, he noticed something strange below them.
Kneeling before the purplish, jelly-like substance, the masked wolf picked up some of it with his gloved hand and sniffed it, forgetting about material covering his nose for a moment. He was sure about entering alone here, so who would spill this substance? Remembering the plethora of horror and science fiction flicks, he panicked. And just like in overused movie tropes, he anxiously looked around while nervously lighting random dark spots in the room. Moments after, he heard something thick dripping just behind him, just before his vision was blurred with purplish color. And immediate darkness.

*****

The exchange was running smoothly, when various "merchandise" was carefully counted, just like unmarked bills by the other party. Short bulldog with a stereotypical long scar over his left eye scratched his chin, watching his subordinates doing their job in dim lighting. One of them tried to summon one of their buddies back through the radio, but there was no signal.
     - Come on, man. What's taking so long? That's just one hallway over. Over...?
The big boss sighed, knowing that there just had to be something to prevent things from being perfect. But before he could say any orders, a distinct sound of rolling can be heard, followed by loud hissing. Thick fog blocked their vision, while invading their lungs, causing them to panic. Weapons were drawn, but with no target in sight.
Flying bullets cut the thick fog, hitting one criminal’s arm, causing him to drop his rifle. Mixture of shouting, coughing and wheezing sounds caused even more distortion in the hall, when something even worse happened.
Swift movements of a strange slimy pillar in women's clothing wrapped its body around one male, just before consuming it whole through naked base. Once the fog cleared up, the remaining survivors looked with sheer horror when the tall, purple slime monster girl approached them at astonishing speed. Fox tried to scream, but it was cut short when the creature absorbed him head first.
Bulldog tripped over his own legs, landing on his back while trying to aim with his revolver. But even a custom made, fancy weapon and its powerful bullets couldn't harm her. A wide, mischievous smile was the last thing he saw in his short life filled with crime and regret.

*****

Red and blue lights flickered inside the hall, coming through the windows and opened doors. Various officers secured all the needed evidence, while paramedics had their hands busy with feeling body bags. Smokey, a private detective, looked at this scene, suddenly approached by the same slime girl from before. Her clothes were barely holding on her, almost sliding off the slick surface.
     - Good work out there, love. We're making a great team. Although you would probably do it by yourself... - dog spoke to her, smirking. He wasn't the one who would take all the credit for a good job. He wanted to reward her. Dokuseis, like she was reading his mind, interrupted him.
     - You're the one who should be compensated for risking your life. Come, I have an idea how to vent out from all of this nonsense...
He followed the strange creature, leaving a trail of the same slime, which was a doom for all the criminals in this very warehouse.
Once in the other room, the same one where the first victim was swiftly consumed, Dokuseis removed all of her clothes. Or rather, let them slide on the ground with a loud, wet smack.
     - You were not joking, huh? Listen, we were both close to death again. And... - but she interrupted him once more, kissing him passionately on the lips, while her truly long tongue penetrated his mouth, tickling the back of his throat. Once separated, she panted deeply, full of energy and adrenaline.
     - If I don't do this, I will explode. Too much happened in such little time. So please, shush and let me vent... - with these words, her slick hands with ease got past his belt and pants, grasping the dog's already hard, knotted cock. No other woman could ever offer him such pleasure as this. It was incredible and out of this world. Out of sudden, she pushed him on the ground, while turning back and showing her already wide and heavy looking ass. It apparently got bigger and heavier after the last encounter.
     - Give it to me, babe. You know how I love this... - but she shoved his words back into his throat, while landing her hefty, purple ass cheeks on his furry face, making him dig his own nose inside that slime.
After unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning pants, she let his cock bop freely, begging for touch while oozing the liquid out of the tip, along the shaft. While playfully suffocating him, she took his whole throbbing length into her mouth, while pleasuring the tiny hole in top as well. While on the outside it looked like a private detective was suffering in agony, it was surely the best time of his life. Feeling the weight of his slick lover, he could die right there and still leave this world happy and fulfilled. But he climaxed as hard as never, while muffled moans were only sounds she heard, while staring at the fountain of cum before her. Giggling maniacally, she licked off all his precious fluids, before finally standing up, letting him breathe. He caught it, wheezing and holding his chest, while the electrifying feeling traveled his body, before leaving him weak, but also free of anxiety.
     - Thanks, babe. I needed that. It somehow... makes me enjoy this life even more.
The slime girl smiled when her clothes reappeared on her, just like that.
     - Pleasure...