The purpose of every living being is to reproduce, right? But how can I reproduce as a slime? I stare at my reflection in the water, as I try to understand what my purpose in life is. This spring of life spawned me here, in an unknown place surrounded by giant trees and unfamiliar creatures. In the reflection, a black slime with hollow, pocket-like eyes stares back at me.
I don't know why I'm here or why I'm alive… I only know one thing: I am a slime. A practice tool for beginner adventurers, an experience source, sometimes even a pet to tame. I look around me in search of my own kind, but I see no one—only the rustling of leaves and the distant roars of creatures somewhere in the forest.
To me, the concept of "monsters" is different from how humans see it. I don't view wild beasts as monsters, but as close relatives; that's simply what my instincts tell me. But humans? I see them as a threat—yet, at the same time, I feel as though I might be able to connect with them somehow. Perhaps that's how 'taming' works.
I begin hopping away from the spring; this is my third visit since spawning here. I keep returning in search of a companion. I don't have a heart, but I still feel a deep loneliness inside my slimy form, and my thoughts keep me hopeful. I look back one last time before resolutely leaving the spring for good. I want to travel far and search for what's missing inside me—a companion, a dream, a sense of fulfillment.
The forest is quiet, and the sun is hot. No clouds cover the sky, and occasional roars frighten me. Still, I resolve to go deeper and explore maybe I can find something hidden in this forest. After several minutes of hopping, I hear humans talking in a familiar language. I immediately hide in the bushes and peek out as their footsteps draw closer.
"Damn it, there's no slime today."
"You said it. I wanted to reach level three today."
"Same here. I really need that prize for getting there first."
Fortunately, they don't notice me as I observe them talking among themselves. There are three humans—two males and one female—wearing green clothing that marks them as new adventurers. That means they only hunt weak monsters, like slimes.
"You wish. I'll be the one to get there first."
"Tsk. You just got lucky with your rare skill."
I continue observing them as they walk away, I can fully understand what they're saying.
"I hope we can hunt today—ack?!"
"Kyaaa!!"
One of the male adventurers is speaking when a bear-type monster lunges at him out of nowhere. Its paw strikes his head first, snapping it into a grotesque shape. His body collapses to the ground while the remaining two adventurers stand frozen in horror.
It's a black bear beast—at least level five, according to my observation ability.
"Lukas!"
"We need to run! It's a black bear beast!"
"How is it here?!"
The male adventurer prepares to fight while the female one convinces the male to run. Suddenly the bear lunged at the two of them; it attacked the male adventurer, who took out his sword to fight the bear while the female adventurer healed him with magic.
'I can see their mana flow.'
I can see their mana but not their level; I only manage to gauge the bear beast's level because of my experience in the forest.
The bear attacks the male adventurer ferociously, injuring him, but the female adventurer is slowly exhausting her mana. I began preparing to move. I wait for the right moment after the bear snaps the male adventurer's arm and the healer is forced to use her last remaining mana before suddenly jumping to the female adventurer. I expanded my body and swallowed her whole, but her head remained out of my reach.
"Kyaaahhh!"
"Victor help me!"
"Lucia!"
The male adventurer's split attention causes him greatly as the bear smacks its paw on his head, snapping his neck, his eyes still in terror as his body collapses on the ground. The bear wasted no time and began eating him while the body was still fresh.
"Kyahh, get off me!"
The female adventurer began shouting erratically; having exhausted all her mana, she can't do anything against a slime like me. I immediately dissolve her clothes, disintegrating them in a matter of seconds. Even though I didn't reach her head, it doesn't matter anymore; she's already been my toy for a few hours or so. I gauge her body; she's about eighteen years old in human reference, slightly big-breasted, with perfectly shaped buttocks and a sexy body.
She continues to struggle as her clothes disintegrate; a few moments later, she's now fully naked inside me, with only her head sticking out. I began to form a solid hand to grasp her soft chest, taking care of it and pinching her cherries. Then I form a six-inch solid stick shaped like a dick in front of her flower, rubbing it on her.
This is my type of game out of boredom; by tacit approval, I formed an agreement with the monsters in this forest on how to hunt humans easier for my plaything. Thus leading to them not expecting a black bear beast in the forest where only weak monsters were found.
As I rubbed the dick-shaped object on her flower, the female adventurer struggled and screamed more erratically. I caress her chest more and more with my slimy hands and rub her until, a few minutes later, she's now beat red, and instead of screams, soft moans escape her mouth.
"No, s-stop!"
I look at the bear eating the two bodies of the adventurers and look back at the now red-faced girl. I've been injecting aphrodisiac substances inside her body. I got this information after absorbing a few adventurers and eating them with the help of the black bear beast.
I rub it faster and squeeze her soft chest a lot harder; she begins moaning loudly. 'The drug is working.'
"Noo-- not like this! I can't! Aghh!"
Then I finally tease her hole with my dick-shaped form and enter her deepest desires. She began rhythmically following my pounding while moaning louder and louder. Inside her I make the stick bigger and bigger, forming small, tentacle-like things in it to rub her deeper side. Her eyes turning white as I pound her mercilessly.
I continue injecting aphrodisiac while playing with her; a few hours go by like this.
"S-stop, I can't do this anymore, please!"
"Agh... agh, it's coming!!"
She shouted loudly as she shook uncontrollably and squirted liquid on my stick; this is her fifth time reaching climax in just an hour. Then I tighten my slimy grip on her and pound her more strongly, causing her to moan.
"No—no, don't let it out inside me, don't! Please, anything but that!"
She tried to struggle as I pounded her, but my tentacled stick deep inside her didn't listen to her and released a huge amount of white liquid deep inside her. She shakes uncontrollably upon feeling the huge amount of liquid deep inside her, like welcoming my seeds. This seed is the result of my experiments these past few days after eating a male adventurer.
I release her from my slime body, and she collapses on the ground, running out of breath, her buttocks up, while my sticky stick liquid is still inside her, pumping seeds deep inside her as she lies on the ground. I'm not stopping here yet this is one of my experiments. She looks enticing in her position.
The female adventurer, still lying on the ground catching her breath with my seed injector still injecting seeds inside her, looks at me with her face flush red.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Let me go!"
The female adventurer tried to cry, but I had already injected hormones to control her brain hormones, so she remained calm and horny; the struggles earlier were just an act of hers. After all, who would accept that a female adventurer in her prime and beauty would voluntarily accept a slime seed deep inside her baby maker? It's more acceptable that she got raped by bandits that's probably the story she will tell once I let her go. I injected another substance to relax her body and give her energy for another round, then wrapped her with my slimy body for round two.
This time she just took it like an obedient woman ready to get impregnated.
A few hours later, at the Horria Village entrance gate, a female adventurer wrapped in a simple black robe could be seen walking toward the village. It was Lucia, looking haggard and completely drained of strength.
"Lucia?" shouted the village guard assigned to the gate, as he saw her collapse a few meters away. Lucia was well-known among the villagers for her kindness and beauty, many men had tried to court her, but none succeeded. The village guard was one of them.
A few minutes later, Lucia woke. She opened her eyes and looked around. It was a familiar room—her own. She touched her belly and felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation deep inside her.
"Lucia, are you okay?"
"What happened to you and Lukas?"
Lucia turned her face toward the door, where her parents had entered to check on her. Upon hearing the news of her state, her father, Lacius, had immediately left his post at the western gate. Fortunately, her mother had already healed her and assured Lacius that she was fine.
"Where's Victor?!" a bald man entered the room, searching for his son, Victor, who had been part of Lucia's party.
"Lukas and Victor… they're both dead," Lucia replied, tears streaming down her face as she looked at Victor's father and her own parents with apologetic eyes.
"That's impossible! You were supposed to patrol the northern gate! We knew the monsters there were weak!" shouted Victor's father, refusing to accept his son's death.
"We were attacked by bandits… they killed Victor and Lukas," Lucia said, her voice trembling.
"…and it assaulted me," she added quietly, withholding the full truth. She feared the villagers would judge her if they knew she had been violated by a creature beyond human understanding, so she simply accepted it silently.
Victor's father sank to his knees in disbelief, while her mother held her close.
The news of bandits roaming near the northern gate's forest spread quickly, alerting the village. Adventurers became vigilant, roaming the forest in large groups to hunt the bandits.
A few days later, Lucia sat in her room, touching her belly. Every time she did, memories of her encounters with the black slime flashed through her mind. She could feel something growing inside her, and her maternal instincts began to manifest more strongly, driving her to protect herself—and the life within her—at all costs.