“Ha! Thirty gold for a map? Like I’d ever let someone rip me off like that!”
 
Caleb’s voice cracked as he talked to himself, hacking through the thick brush. It’d been hours since he’d last seen the road, as it mysteriously ended right where this forest began. Must’ve been a shortcut of some kind that no one used any more. He’d cut down some serious time on his journey to Yamatai Village like this!
 
Or at least that’s what he’d thought. Two hours later and he was still wandering through the dense foliage, trying to make sense of his location. Maybe that map would’ve been a good idea.
 
“No! That’s nonsense. Thirty was way too high! I’m going to make it there on time without a map and be that much richer for it!”
 
He didn’t know why he was talking to himself. Maybe the eerie silence of the forest rattled him more than he thought. Or maybe he wanted to convince himself he’d be fine.
 
After what felt like forever, he broke free of the forest, stepping into a clearing that ended in a beach. Beyond it lied the sea, endless and shimmering. Caleb nearly collapsed on the spot, worn from his journey. Finally, a landmark! And a beautiful view, at that. He could take a rest then follow the shore north until he came to the village. He might not make it there today, but at least he knew where to go. That map seller was probably eating his words right now. Grinning, Caleb plopped down next to a dazzling pool and looked out at the horizon.
 
“It was a mistake for you to come here.”
 
Caleb spun around, searching for the source of the voice. It was wispy and harsh, like a whisper, but undeniably feminine at the same time. Try as he might, however, he couldn’t find the speaker.
 
‘Maybe I should take that as an invitation to leave,’ thought Caleb. Slowly, he stepped back, away from the pool, trying to stay quiet.
 
“I will not let one of your kind escape.” The voice was directly behind him.
 
Jumping up, he spun and held his machete in front of him, grip as strong as iron on the handle. Before him, a mold of slime began to form, rising up from a pool on the ground. It was a sapphire blue, glistening in the setting sun. Caleb’s hand shivered as it watched the slime collect itself, forming a shapely woman, just as tall—no, a little taller than him. While the form was covered with a constantly oozing, flowing goo, he could make out the tell-tale hourglass figure, and large, perky breasts growing out of her chest, asking Caleb to adore them. From her head, two long growths extended down past her waist, like lengths of hair had she been human. Her slender, running legs solidified as well, holding up the wide hips and slick upper body of an unabashedly seductive frame.  Last to form was her face, covered mostly by the slime equivalent of hair, but on the right side, and eye formed, red like a ruby, burning with intensity and a calculated anger. Her lips, lush and full, drew a straight line of contempt across her face.
 
Caleb took a step back. As beautiful as she was, she did not seem to intend any kindness toward him. When her eye narrowed, however, he froze in place, like she had paralyzed him with a look. Even as she took a deep breath and polished the remainder of her appearance, Caleb could not run. Slime continued to run down her body like oil, then collect at her feet and feed back into her form.
 
She stepped forward, staring at him with that fire in her eye before shoving him backwards. Even though the motion was casual, almost lazy on her part, the force behind it threw Caleb back a few feet. He braced himself to slam into the ground, but landed instead in a cool, viscous liquid. He tried to push himself up, but the liquid clung to him, slowing his movements to a sluggish, ineffective struggle. As if alive, the goo flowed over his body, capturing his legs, arms, and torso. The machete was enveloped and tossed aside. The loss of his weapon finally brought the weight of the situation into Caleb’s mind and he thrashed like a madman. For a moment, it seemed his struggle was deferring the slime, but in fact all he was doing was wearing himself out. He was soon exhausted and bound on the ground, the slime covering his entire body below his neck. It’s cool, slick touch would’ve been welcome in most any situation, but not like this.
 
“You struggle because you know what is coming. You know why you have been taken captive, and that you will be held accountable.” Her voice, while alluring and precise, held a cold exclamation. “I am Erubetie, queen of the slimes and your judge.”
 
“H-hey! C’mon, I have no idea why I’m captive! Held accountable for what? Listen, gal, I’m not the guy you’re looking for! I haven’t done anything wrong!”
 
“You have all wronged me with your willful negligence. Your hated of slimes has blinded you to your faults, but I will reveal them for you.” Erubetie lifted her hand, palm facing Caleb’s crotch. The slime tightened around his body like a glove. “By releasing your semen, you will admit your guilt. You will admit it many times before you drift away.”
 
“I’m telling you, you’ve got the wrong guy!” He tried getting the slime off of himself again, but to no avail. It was far stronger than him in his exhausted state, one caused by hiking for hours then fruitlessly struggling against his bonds. A low hiss grabbed his attention and he looked down. His clothes were evaporating! “Hey! Are you deaf?”
 
“No. Your pleas reach my ears, but nothing else. It is far too late for your hollow words of apology and deference to reach me. You are captive in my body, now, and your only purpose is to be judged.” Her fingers curled inward slightly, and the slime holding Caleb began to suck.
 
He had no other way to describe it, to comprehend it. The chilled liquid pulled at every inch of his body, an incredible, all-encompassing suction that felt like it was trying to pull his soul from his body. He squirmed at the sensations, goosebumps rushing up his spine, desperate to get away… at first. Erubetie’s body was well-experienced in giving pleasure, as much as she might have hated the act, and Caleb had no defense. After several constant pulses of sucking, he began to relax. It was almost like a massage, one beyond his imagination. Within Erubetie, however, anything was possible. The slime sucked on his toes, his fingertips, his chest, his arms, his legs, and last but certainly not least…
 
“See? You are already preparing to lay your admission of guilt out for me. You are no different than any other human.” She curled her fingers further and the suction intensified in both power and frequency.
 
Caleb couldn’t help but moan in pleasure, the slime bringing him to full mast and continuing its relentless assault, determined to extract an orgasm. “Please, I’m not… it’s not m-my fault.”
 
“I already told you, your words are beyond meaningless. Accept your sentence of pleasure and display your guilt.”
 
The relentless sucking continued, indifferent to Caleb’s protests. Erubetie didn’t care about him. Her tone held nothing but ice, her posture proud as she looked down on him. There would be no rest, no respite until there was no strength left in his body. This would be his end.
 
Closing his eyes, he fought his urges, concentrating on holding on. He threw up disgusting mental images of nauseating things and unattractive old women, trying to kill his erection, but his thoughts would always come back to the sensual slime standing above him, devoting her body to his pleasure. He had no resistance that could withstand her endless assault.
 
The slime seized his member, tightening up on it, and sucked harder than ever before. His eyes flew open, hips thrusting on their own into the working slime. Erubetie, her hand now closed in a fist, sneered at his actions, her suspicions about Caleb confirmed. He would do anything for release, just like all the other men who’d foolishly challenged her. Even facing their own death, pleasure was all they cared about.
 
Caleb, overwhelmed by the pressure on his manhood, grunted in bliss, shoving his hips into the pulsing slime, desperate to feel that orgasm that lied only seconds away. The sneer from Erubetie set shame in his heart, but his body was in control of his actions now, and it knew what it wanted. Gnashing his teeth together, Caleb erupted into the slime, an explosion of pleasure wracking his body without mercy. Though his thrusts stopped, the slime did not, sucking out every last drop he gave it. He could see the clouds of white float about in the sapphire slime, slowly dissolving into nothing.
 
Like he soon would, as well.
 
Sweat dripped down his face, his jaw slack and gaping as he tried to recover. Erubetie opened her hand and the pulsing stopped. For a moment, Caleb thought she might have changed her mind, but those hopes were dashed when she glided down to sit atop his crotch. Her hands reached out, cupping his cheeks and he fought to escape them. Surprisingly, she didn’t strike him, but instead caressed his face, holding his cheeks, then his forehead in her palms. His brow furrowed in confusion. What was she doing?
 
She leaned back, hands slipping to his chest. As soon as they left his face, he realized there was no more sweat on it. She’d sucked it all away!
 
He could feel her delicate fingers even through the veil of slime that held him down. The slime then began to shift, thinning out slightly and propping up his head. It sounded like something was happening behind him, but he couldn’t turn to look. A new sensation grabbed his attention as Erubetie’s smooth hand encircled his cock in a cool grip.
 
“This is all I would need to do. You humans are so easy to stimulate, making you cum is simple.” Her hand began to move, a careful pumping motion up and down, each finger of her grasp caressing his shaft as it moved. “All it would take is my hand and you would plead to me your guilt again and again. But in your guilty heart you know this, so proving it would be trivial.”
 
Hands emerged from the slime behind him, one on each cheek, another on his forehead, and two more wrapping around his throat. The number seemed impossible, but he’d stopped believing such things were impossible for this slime. He gasped, afraid she would choke him, but she only placed her hands there, probably to suck up whatever sweat he generated.
 
He bet she didn’t mind making him uncomfortable with those hands on his throat, though.
 
Her seductive voice came from behind him now. Erubetie allowed him to turn his head enough to see her clone holding his head on her lap. The many hands on his face and neck were coming from her. “You will cum, and I will drain the fluid from you body. No man can resist me, especially with their corrupted hearts. I will drain the corruption from you, and by feeding me it will be purified. You should be glad your life will be worth something in the end.” Even as she spoke of death, her silky tone made his heart flutter.
 
“I beg you, stop. I haven’t done anything. It’s not my fault.”
 
Erubetie responded by lifting herself over his erection, staring into his eyes with that frigid glare.
 
Once more Caleb tried to free himself, but any chance at freedom had long passed. The orgasm had drained his already-wearied body further, and even at full strength Erubetie could have held him down with no effort.
 
Two generous breasts rested atop his head, the clone pulling him in closer. On instinct, he reached out to seize and grope them, but Erubetie held him still.
 
“Do not worry, you shall have them.”
 
Then, she attacked.
 
Her body lowered itself onto him in one swift motion, hilting him in a whirlpool of pure ecstasy. At the same moment, the slime holding him came alive, groping, kissing and licking his entire body. Still sensitive from the last orgasm and unprepared for he lighting-fast assault, Caleb was forced to spurt again. His vision went white with the tidal wave of pleasure barreling him over the edge, a thrust into Erubetie ejecting the white globs of his semen deep into her chest.
 
Before he finished, the clone holding his head presented him with one of her hefty tits, placing the nipple directly at his mouth. Though his body screamed at him to latch on and suck, he still feared her. Despite the heaven she showed him, he didn’t want to die.
 
One of the hands on his neck moved up to his jaw and pinched his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth. Erubetie shoved her nipple inside and the hand forced his lips to close around it. His tongue ran across it, surprised to find she had a sweet, enticing taste that set his mouth aflame with need. Tears fell from his eyes, which she quickly absorbed.
 
She said nothing, only commanding her slime to stimulate him further. A thousand mouths and hands worked his body, allowing him not a moment of rest. Without moving her body, she was able to simulate her own opening thrusting on him, the rapidly-warming walls of her insides gripping him tighter and tighter as they shifted up and down. With the nipple in his mouth, Caleb couldn’t help but suck. A chilled, sweet liquid rushed forth, the same consistency as the rest of Erubetie’s body. It continued to pour out until his cheeks were bursting, forcing him to swallow. A wave of dizziness hit him as the liquid settled, then his body began to heat up, despite the cool slime surrounding him. His skin tingled, and the sensations ravaging him suddenly magnified a hundred-fold. Caleb’s eyes went wide and he squirmed, thrusting into Erubetie as if his life depended on it.
 
Unfortunately for him, the exact opposite was true.
 
His jaw hung open as release found him again, spurts of his cum soiling Erubetie’s clear blue body once more. Even as he writhed in ecstasy, she continued to work his member with a pussy one size too small. His eyes began to roll into the back of his head, but she slapped him to keep him in the moment, shoving her breast further into his mouth, the goo still forcing its way down his throat.
 
“No, it is not time for you to faint yet. There is much more for you to give. Much more for you to endure.”
 
The slightest touch drove Caleb insane. He could make out each individual finger, each tongue, each pair of lips that Erubetie simulated on his body. Her main form’s pussy clutched him with countless ridges, smooth enough to make any motion easy, but rough enough that they drove Caleb mad. A powerful heat grew from his stomach and spread to his loins and chest, slowly consuming his insides with fire.
 
“That is me, inside of you. My body is a powerful aphrodisiac, and even when separated from my core, I can control it. This is the power of the queen of slimes, the ultimate pleasure which I will subject you to. Even as you roll around in ecstasy, my slime will eat away at you. Now drink, that you may feel it more.”
 
Another burst of slime forced its way down his throat, joining the heat inside of him and burning it hotter. Erubetie grimaced, disgusted that she had to put him through so much pleasure before the end.
 
Caleb’s heart beat like a drum, as if it was trying to escape the fire closing in on it. But his body was too busy being trained by Erubetie to protest. His back arching, his hips being shoved into the air, his manhood pumping into her glorious opening: they were actions of a broken mind, one that existed for pleasure.
 
Another pussy formed, holding his member just as tight as the other, but at the opposite end. When one swallowed his length, the other released it. The two worked back and forth in a perfect rhythm, drowning his length in a sea of pleasure. But that was not enough for Erubetie. A whirlpool formed in her stomach. Caleb watched, wide-eyed, as bubbles formed and a mysterious current swirled around his cock. He seized up, the new sensation sending a jolt of pure bliss through his body.
 
Erubetie stared at him, cold and determined, as his face contorted. She raised a hand, bringing Caleb’s attention to it, and rested it on her stomach, locking eyes with her prey before inserting it into her body. He tried to protest, give one last beg for mercy, but the clone had his mouth full of her bosom. As that delicate hand moved through her stomach toward his member, his body ignited with one last, frenzied surge, even though he knew it was pointless. Her fingers closed around his cock, the same one undulated in a torrent of currents, bubbles, and slick, squeezing walls of bliss.
 
One stroke was all it took.
 
He unloaded into her like a fire hose, a dizzying amount of semen pumping into her body. Both pussies, the whirlpool and her hand continued to drain him, unhindered by his sudden release. Her glare made it clear she took no pleasure in seeing him so happy, but there was a glint of something else: pride. Pride in knowing she had cleansed the world of another worthless man, pride in making him cum so easily, pride in being the strongest of the slimes. The heat inside of him lashed out, diffusing itself all over his body. With no muscles left to thrust with, the slime holding Caleb did it for him. Never did he imagine he would be so grateful for death. Never did he imagine he could know such pleasure.
 
The act took less than a minute, but it felt like eternity for him. Three loads, five loads, eight loads, all emptying into the insatiable slime body of Erubetie as she maintained her symphony of pleasure. Each felt like it would be Caleb’s last, and yet each was followed by another until he knew no more. Erubetie dissolved his mind last to allow him to feel the ultimate humiliation and powerlessness, showing him how his life had been traded for a cheap moment of bliss.
 
The man gone, Erubetie called her clone back into her body, the two combining with a dull splash. She looked back to the forest, taking note of the path Caleb had cut through to get there. She’d have to grow it back to hide the place once more. A few feet away lied his now-pointless machete, which she grabbed and also dissolved. Turning to the horizon, she allowed herself a moment to watch the sun set. Killing the man had not given her the peace she desired. Not even in his last moment did she feel at ease. But what else was there to do? The problem had to be solved.
 
“You need not be so hard on them all.”
 
Erubetie turned to the voice. Undine had emerged from the water, holding onto the edge of the pool while she looked at Erubetie. There was a softness in her gaze, one Erubetie could never understand.
 
“I must be hard on them,” said Erubetie. “It is my role. My duty. If I am not the symbol of strength for the slimes, then who will be?”
 
“Being strong does not mean you must be harsh. We are small in number, isolated. The solution cannot come from within.”
 
Erubetie narrowed her eyes. “Are you suggesting the humans would solve anything? You are more naïve than I thought.”
 
“We know they are capable of great destruction. Who is to say they are not capable of great healing?”
 
“They are vile, despicable beings, made to ruin all they find. It is not in their nature to heal anything.” Erubetie practically spat the words out.
 
“I think,” said Undine, pushing away from the edge, “that if we are not to be taken by this entropy, we will meet one that can.”
 
“One?”
 
“That’s all it takes.” With that, she disappeared back into the water.
 
The sun captured Erubetie’s gaze with one last flash before disappearing beneath the maw of the horizon. Humans were all the same. Never would she look for the solution there.
 
She promised herself that.