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[telewarped]

[Shoka shudders and twitches, hyperaware of every inch of her that's been covered. She inhales, then exhales slowly, trying to govern herself as Nanami settles in—but her body's already decided what this is, and all her nerves are lighting up in anticipation.

Close at her ear, Nanami soothes her, and she sighs into her hand.]

It's like—you're everywhere at once...

[The breathlessness of those words makes it obvious how much she likes it, too: very much. Maybe too much, considering how it snuck up on her. Come to think of it, she hasn't been like this with Nanami's preferred form yet, has she? Although, then again, there was that time right after Pride...

The little teasing squeeze Nanami gives her jolts her back to the present. Gasping, she unfurls from her half-curled position, stretching out her legs and pushing her chest up into Nanami's touch—but, like she said, Nanami's touch is kind of everywhere right now.]

So not fair...

[Her hand drops from her mouth to her chest so she can cup her breast through her blouse—and through Nanami.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The slime is holding Shoka - but for now, it's mostly gentle rather than teasing. It's like a very wet blanket, or an outfit perfectly fitted to Shoka's curves.

Nanami feels alive. It's like their form's mimicking Shoka, holding her this close, but with the real Shoka living and breathing is inside her too. This precious part of her heart, wrapped in Nanami like when Shoka first changed into a slime. ]

What can I do for you... Shoka-chan...? [ Like this, they feel a little hazy from the strange close comfort; but she also feels so very much herself. They heard that reaction from Shoka, felt it vibrating within their liquid form; and so they squeeze again, gently at Shoka's breasts, and apply a little more pressure to Shoka's nethers at the same time. ]

[telewarped]

[Pleasure and heat creep through her as gently as Nanami's form moves over her body, slowly but surely consuming her. She can't help rolling her hips then with a needy whimper—and there's no more chance of her calming down after that.

Unsatisfied with her current position (still on her side, thighs too close together), she squirms onto her back so she can open her legs and feel Nanami's touch spread between them, their slickness against her own. Glancing down at herself, it... looks like no one's even there. Like she's just touching herself. As much as she loves watching Nanami, there's something hot about that, too. Nanami has her, might as well be one with her. They could probably even get away with doing this in public, if they were feeling spicy enough...

What can I do for you? Nanami asks. Biting her lip, Shoka thinks, You can do anything you want to me.

Nanami really can do anything they want now, she remembers; there's few things they can't be, now that they're a Slime for good. They can take any form, be any shape they can think of... She swallows, feeling at once exhilarated and a bit overwhelmed by that thought.]

S... surprise me...?

[It's obvious enough what she wants: just more attention, more touch in those places she's most sensitive.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami listens, Nanami feels. Sight isn't something she's prioritizing right now, which makes all the other senses feel so much more intense.

So Nanami'll give Shoka what she wants - because she wants to feel Shoka writhing too; and not just because it'll make Nanami feel like they're writhing along with her. She feels them both move together, and a tendril at Shoka's bare nethers starts to seep inside her. There's a sucking sensation, too, Nanami playing with Shoka in more ways than one down there.

And all along her body - well, the gentle squeezing and tucking at Shoka's breasts continues. But tendrils of something drag all up and down Shoka's sides and back, down to her butt and back all the way to her neck. Are they more like tongues, or like fingers? It doesn't matter. Nanami can taste Shoka everywhere; it's not totally unlike when she's consuming a meal. But they'd never do that to her. Shoka's completely safe, but there's the illusion of danger - just as is common for the two of them now.

Hungrily, Nanami spreads up Shoka's neck to her mouth; and a pair of lip forms on the slime there, kissing Shoka deeply - and is that a tongue worming its way into Shoka's mouth, to play with Shoka's own tongue - or is that two?

[telewarped]

[As that tendril presses into her, Shoka gasps and moans low in her throat, very much surprised. It's soft and slow, its touch a creeping slither, but it somehow also feels like a mouth, sucking at her in ways that make her hips jerk and her vision swim. It's an entirely new, almost alien sensation, but it's dizzyingly good. Hands grasping blindly at the bedsheets, she spreads her legs further apart, welcoming it deeper.

At the same time (as if that wasn't already enough to make her start losing herself), Nanami's doing something similar higher up, at her chest. During those times that Shoka had experimented with touching herself, before and after Ryslig, she'd never paid much attention to her breasts. Following one particularly awkward, disappointing experiment, she'd figured they couldn't make her feel much of anything, let alone good—and definitely not as desperately amazing as they're making her feel right now. Her nipples have stiffened under all the attention, now taut and sensitive, and every brush and tug Nanami gives them is sending pulses of pleasure straight to that spot between her legs.

If it's her writhing Nanami wants to feel, they'll definitely feel it now—and then some. She plays the part of prey well, twisting and mewling like a snared animal as she pants out her barely coherent pleas.]

Ff—uck, yes, please, please, please...

[Every motion she can make with her body only seems to bring a new rush of pleasure. Nanami never seems to stop moving, their slime slithering and stroking her all over. In a bit of a daze, Shoka realizes only belatedly, with a quick flash of alarm, how much it feels like a mouth, too—dozens of hungry tongues, their touch laving, sucking, savoring.

Nanami has her caught, and for a blistering moment, she has an image in her head of being held in a giant, drooling maw, on the brink of being swallowed. If they wanted to, Nanami could easily devour her like this, dissolve her into themself like melting sugar on their tongue. She'd probably let it happen, too, even if she wasn't as helpless as she is now. She wonders if she'd taste just as sweet.

The thrill of danger—even this, the kind that she knows will never really touch her—sharpens all her senses, only intensifying her arousal. She must be dripping wet now, though it's a little hard to tell with Nanami all around her, making everything feel wet, hot, sticky.

Her mouth falls open—just in time for Nanami to slide their tongue into it. Or is it tongues? There's multiple, Shoka thinks in her daze, and she has to open her mouth wide to accommodate them both. Still, she tries to reciprocate with them equally, squirming and moaning obscenely as she licks and sucks on them both, willing the taste of bubblegum to overwhelm her senses.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Shoka is a miracle. The longer they've been together, the more Nanami has fallen in love with her, in countless ways that she didn't know that she could. And one of those many ways is Shoka's body. Nanami loves Shoka's grey skin and soft black fur, and the way each melds into the other. She loves Shoka's cute swishy tail and her beautiful pointed ears. She loves the way that Shoka's body gently curves and swells in some places, lines she's learned by dragging her fingers (or equivalent) along them night after night.

So to engulf her is a dream. To play with Shoka's body like a stim toy is to indulge Nanami in their obsession. How lucky is Nanami, that to become a slime means they get to touch all over Shoka as much as they want?

All over, Nanami squeezes and gently caresses; tastes the gentle musk of Shoka's body, holds her tenderly in monstrous liquid. They feel and taste the moisture seeping out of Shoka, a sharp salty taste between her nethers, and the slime there eases itself in, exploring the cavity, licking at the walls and pressing inwards to see how far it can go. At the same time, there's tendrils wrapping around Shoka's own tongue - Nanami would be hard-pressed to call them tongues now, really. She just is everywhere, no bodily limitations stopping them from touching every part of Shoka at once. ]

You're wonderful. [ A quiet whisper at Shoka's ears, on either side of her; because Nanami's slime has trickled up the side of Shoka's head too, gently wrapping around the back of Shoka's ears and playing with them. ] Every part of you is wonderful. I don't want you to ever forget that.

[telewarped]

[She feels hunted, toyed with—but in a way that sends ripples of excitement through her and makes her heart flutter with delight. If she's a toy, she's a prized one, rare and beloved, and if Nanami were to take her apart, she's sure that they'd know exactly how to put her back together again. The stimulation is constant, focused on all her most sensitive places at once. At the same time that those tendrils are exploring her mouth, more of them delve deeper between her legs, stroking and filling spots that have never been touched. Others still squeeze her thighs and breasts, and drag lighter, teasing touches over her belly, hips, throat. Her legs are shaking, her hips rocking as she mewls into Nanami's mouth, and she thinks that every small movement will be the one that makes her completely lose it—but Nanami's slow and gentle with her, the hold of their slime keeping her suspended on the edge.

It's too much. When Nanami's praise and touch find her ears, the last of her sweet spots that she'd forgotten about, a cry escapes her. Her hips buck wildly for a moment, desperate, so close—and then they slow as the peak evades her again, leaving her to moan brokenly around the tendril between her lips.

Nanami's words float through her head as they continue to play with her, guiding her right back. She does feel wonderful, like every inch of her is soft and pretty, repurposed just for pleasure. She wants to tell Nanami that they're the wonderful one, that they're the one that's doing this to her, that she never knew she could feel so good. She needs to touch them, make them feel this wonderful, too...

But her mouth is occupied, and she can't manage so many words. Between them and her own gasps for breath, she can only whimper:]

Won't... Won't, Chiaki...

[The tendrils twist in her, around her tongue and against her aching clit, and suddenly all of her stiffens and shudders, her back arching up off the bed when her pleasure finally crests. Muffled moan after moan leave her as she comes hard and drawn out, still clumsily kissing Nanami's tendrils even through all her writhing.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami recognizes the telltale feelings of Shoka, the bucking and writhing, the sudden stiffening - Nanami knows what that means, and she's bucking and writhing with her, encased as Shoka is; and besides that, Nanami's tendrils twist and press deep, wringing as much pleasure out of the kelpie as she can.

But it ends eventually, and happy little giggles reach Shoka's ears. ] Wow... that didn't take too long at all...!

[ Either Nanami's really good at this, or Shoka's just that hot for her - and either of those options (or both together) make Nanami feel really happy. The tendrils abate, finally, slime easing back out of Shoka's mouth and pussy, the constant licking and vibrations coming to a rest. Nanami's more like a calm surf that Shoka's lying in now, a perfectly-shaped (albeit sticky and wet) bodysuit for Shoka to wear. ]

Are you alright?... [ After something so intense, Nanami wants to check in. They hadn't meant for things to escalate as quickly and as much as they did - but with so much possibility now with Nanami's malleable form, it was hard for them both not to get caught up in the moment. ]

[telewarped]

[Gradually, Shoka's moans quiet to softer whimpers, and she lies back, savoring the final slow, gentle drag of Nanami's tendrils as they slide out of her. The process is dizzyingly long, given how deep they managed to get between her legs, and it gives her plenty of time to indulge. Once her mouth is free, she lies there breathing heavily through wet, still parted lips, utterly overwhelmed.

When she hears Nanami's laughter in her ears, she's still trembling with aftershocks, and their remark about how quickly they made her come (not disappointed, thank god; instead pleased and victorious, like they just got a new high score in one of their favorite games) makes her roll her hips once more with a pitiful whine.]

L-like I had much choice...

[Was it really that short? That's embarrassing... But what was she supposed to do? Nanami literally molded themself to her body and went for all her spots with absolutely no mercy at all!

Slimes are... really something. And Nanami will be like that all the time now. Shoka's still basically wearing them under her clothes, her sweat mingling with their liquid form. Head still swimming a little, she clumsily drapes an arm over her eyes to hide her blush.

It's then that Nanami asks her a question, which takes her blissed-out brain a moment to process. Are you alright? She gives a breathy giggle.]

Yeah... Yeah, more than alright... [She draws in a slow breath then and exhales it as a long sigh, trying to collect herself.] You kinda just... blew my mind a little. No big...

[As she waits for her breathing to even out, she lowers her arm away from her face to slip her hand under the lower hem of her top, trailing her fingers through the layer of slime coating her belly.]

You're... so amazing. You know that, right?

[Living with Nanami has taught her a lot about the resilience of Slimes; they're malleable and resistant to nearly all forms of pain. Considering their very different level of sensitivity, she starts to wonder now how she could make one squirm. Back when Nanami first tried out the form, they seemed to like being kissed just the same as they did in any other form. Maybe she's overthinking it?

When they were both Slimes, it had definitely been easy. They'd simply fallen into each other, touch clumsy and searching until they literally fused, the boundaries between their bodies evaporating as they sought out more closeness, more pleasure—and before either of them could even really register what was happening, they'd come undone together...

In any case, she needs to find out. Carefully, she rolls over onto her stomach before bringing herself up onto her hands and knees, as if willing gravity to guide Nanami beneath her.]

Okay... My turn. Let me see you.

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami rests, still savoring Shoka. Even motionless, like this, engulfing her feels amazing - a full-body hug-and-taste combo. It's intimate, it's special, Nanami could stay here for hours...

But Shoka moves, rolls over and rises, and asks for them. Reluctantly, Nanami starts to drip off - slowly sliding off of Shoka from under her pajamas, to pool underneath her on the bed. When enough of the blob has fallen, Nanami squishes herself back into shape, stretching over their head like they've just gotten up from a long nap.

Being corporeal after such an experience feels a bit odd in comparison. They look up at Shoka with a slightly cheeky grin. ]

Like this?

[telewarped]

[Still sensitive, Shoka exhales a shaky sigh as Nanami melts off of her, dripping slowly from her skin down to the sheets below. It feels a bit odd to her, too, having them stripped from her body; she feels suddenly exposed, even though she's still fully clothed (albeit in now damp pajamas that cling a little more closely to her body than usual). Once Nanami's reformed, however, greeting her with a grin that makes them look very proud of themself, she laughs easily.]

Yeah... Yeah, just like that. Dork. [Now straddling their waist, she takes their face in her hands, pinching their cheeks and stretching them out a little.] Wanted to see your big, doofy smile...

[That, and to watch them when she returned the favor.

Nanami just made it very clear that clothes would no longer be any real barrier to touch, but they are damp, and now that they're looking at each other... Shoka takes a moment to remove her top, pulling it off over her head to expose her chest and the trails of pink still clinging to her gray skin. Her tendrils, freed, unfurl and coil through the open air like eager snakes.

Then it's time to put her hands on Nanami, and... she's not entirely sure where to start. This moment happens with every new form, but she's reminded now most of their very first time—even if Nanami is now the opposite of rigid, barely even solid at all. So she starts the way she did then, letting her hand wander an experimental path down Nanami's body, following the indistinct curve of their side. It's expectedly soft, yielding, like her hand would plunge right through if she applied any more pressure than this. Maybe Nanami would be into that?

She's naturally less jittery than she was the first time, but she doesn't sound entirely not nervous when she asks:]

Can you... feel it much, when I do this?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Being rested on top of, by Shoka, is so cozy - like she's a soft pink semi-liquid cushion atop Shoka's bed. Nanami laughs lightly as Shoka stretches their cheeks, and one of her hands finds Shoka's to hold.

That goopy hand moves to Shoka's side when Shoka pulls away to take her shirt off. And Nanami's spellbound by just how beautiful she is - not the first time Nanami's seen their girlfriend topless, but they're no less enraptured.

They cup Shoka's hip, drawing little circles on it; and it takes them a moment to notice that Shoka's touching their side also, drawing slow fingers down the side of their form. Nanami wiggles a little, arching into the touch. ]

It's nice... [ Everything about this is nice. But Shoka asked them a question, so Nanami has to answer as honestly as possible. They open their eyes again and peer down at the touch. ] Hmm... it's a little faint, I guess... slime senses are sort of strange.

[telewarped]

[All that wiggling is cute, but... a little faint, huh? Shoka pouts, but doesn't stop.]

Well, that's not gonna work. I wanna see you melt.

[Oh well! Guess she'll just have to figure something out, like always (that's a big part of the fun, really, even if she's just a tiny bit nervous).

Her hand halts at the spot that might be Nanami's hip, index finger tapping a slow, playful rhythm against it as she thinks. Subtle little ripples spread out across the surface of Nanami's form from where she taps. A hint of a mischievous smile creeps its way onto her face, then.]

Hmm... Where do you think I should start?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Ripples wash through Nanami's form - and that makes them shiver a bit, though it might be hard to tell between the ripples. Nanami squirms a bit more, at least, moving underneath Shoka. ]

Mm... I'm not sure... [ Being a slime is so comfortable, feels so natural and so uniquely them, that they haven't even really stopped to think about what pleasure might feel like as one. Except that one time, where the two of them found it accidentally...

Nanami's gaze drifts away from Shoka's bare top, and they stare at the ceiling in pensive thought. ] Hmm... last time, it was kind of... everything all over, all at once... wasn't it?

[telewarped]

Yeah. I... couldn't even really tell where I ended and you started. [Which... sounds a little dumb, saying it out loud, even if she isn't sure how else to describe it (and even if the memory still makes her burn). A blush darkens her cheeks.] Prrretty sure I can't do exactly the same thing I did that time though...

[She just remembers reaching, caressing—not with her hands, but with all of her—until she fell into Nanami, or consumed them herself. Truthfully, she's not sure which happened first, or if both somehow happened at the same time. When she could contort her body in so many ways, it was easy to be all over, all at once.

Now, she's very rigid in comparison, and still just as unsure of where to focus her attention. She feels almost guilty about that for a moment—but there's no way she can let that stop her.]

But... how 'bout this?

[She lowers her head then, to trail her way back up Nanami's body with kisses instead. Her lips are soft as ever, already slick, and precise; she applies only just enough pressure to leave new rings of ripples with each kiss, teasing. It isn't quite everything all over, but those ripples do spread their way all across Nanami's body, slowly out and out, before reaching its indistinct outline.]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ The memories of being like that with Shoka would make Nanami blush, if she could. Because being together with Shoka in that way, so physically close, was really nice.

But in a way it's even nicer to be with each other in their own home forms.

On their own, Shoka's lips are nice, soft and tender against their slime. But the ripples make it even better, spreading across the surface of Nanami's being like Shoka's touching them all over. Nanami gasps quietly at the sensation, squirming more. Their tail lifts up to wrap around Shoka's waist, for even more comfort and closeness, and slimy hands stroke through Shoka's seaweed hair. ]

S'good, it's-- it's good...

[telewarped]

Yeah?

[Her laughter ghosts over Nanami's chest, just before she continues her way up, toward their neck. They're so cute, taste so sweet...]

More like that, then? Or... [She lets her hand, still lingering at Nanami's side, apply slightly more pressure then, squeezing lightly, until her fingers sink just barely past the surface of Nanami's slime.] More like this?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ It's not unusual for Nanami to get something embedded in their slime; their body is designed to be invulnerable, after all. But something about Shoka's touch, reaching inside her, causes Nanami to react, nuzzling into Shoka's neck and holding her tighter with their tail.

They nod, and murmur into Shoka's neck. ] L-like that...

[telewarped]

[Shoka licks the rest of the way to Nanami's neck, slow and savoring, gathering slime on her tongue like she's starved for it. As she does, her hand presses slowly down, carefully sliding in deeper—until it's submerged up to her wrist.

She draws away then (her lips still connected to Nanami by a long, clinging strand of pink), just enough to steal a glance down between them, to see her hand fully inside Nanami, visible through their translucence. All of her was just inside Nanami, technically, but seeing it like this, deliberately reaching into them...

She swallows.]

... S-still okay?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami's had things inserted into her before, her shape deformed beyond the limits of a human or even most monsters - it's a natural day-to-day part of being a slime, one that lends to Nanami a sense of safety.

But something's different this time. Maybe it's the context, or maybe Shoka just found the right spot. Either way, Shoka reaching into Nanami's soft slimy belly causes the slime's back to arch, lifting off the bed just a little. They can't bite their lip, really, but they do make quiet little noises, despite themself.

Shoka's question gets an enthusiastic nod. ] R-really okay...

[telewarped]

[At that reassurance—and those noises—Shoka allows herself a breathy little laugh. This is beyond weird, but...]

You're way too cute. Like putty in my hands, heh...

[Beyond weird is kind of par for the course for them, really.

Slowly, she curls her fingers into a fist, then splays them out wide just as slowly, wholly focused on the way Nanami squirms and slides between her fingers. Her tendrils snake close, brushing their arrow-points around the spot where she and Nanami connect, as if eagerly awaiting their own turn.]

When you're a Slime... you can make your body into pretty much whatever you want, right? [That was obvious from the way Nanami was toying with her before, turning all of themself into a mouth to taste her with. As she clenches her hand again, she wonders aloud:] Think you could just make all of you super sensitive?

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Shoka's shaping her - so easily. And it's not the first time it's happened to Nanami, it's not the first time Shoka's done it - but the slow and deliberateness, the invasiveness, the intimacy - it's a lot, in a great way.

It takes a few seconds for Shoka's question to register, and Nanami opens their eyes, thinking. ] Well... hmm.... I guess it's kind of like... when I... so if I could...

[ The unfinished questions are because Nanami's slow mind is doing its best to catch up with the theory it's processing. Their core glows and pulses, and Nanami closes their eyes again - focuses on the feeling in their lower body where Shoka's touching her, but feels and shapes that to move outwards--

The moment it works is obvious. Nanami shudders, and their form loses some definition. It's suddenly harder to keep together; they're meltier and vaguer-shaped, halfway between blob and person. Nanami clutches Shoka's arm and gasps - and that feels good too. ]

[telewarped]

[A grin creeps onto Shoka's face. This is familiar, the sight and sensation of Nanami melting under her taking her right back to when they were both Slimes getting tangled up in each other, cohesion lost.]

That good, huh?

[Before, the very thought of involving them in this way had been a little too strange at best to her (and repellant at worst), but now, with Nanami so malleable and sensitive... Shoka's tendrils take this as their cue. They're soft, feeble things, but thick and flexible, and right now, Nanami is the perfect shape for them.

The arrow-point of one meets Nanami's unsteady outline, pressing slowly, gently, to gauge their comfort—before finally plunging into their softness. It moves lazily to start, descending in an experimental coil around Shoka's wrist (and seeing her hand and tendril both inside Nanami, filling up their center, she has to bite her lip).]

[waitingforplayer2]

[ Nanami's belly rises up to meet the new point of contact - and then it slips inside her, and Nanami shudders.

She wants to hold Shoka so close and tight, but it's hard actually, when they feel this good. Even their tail starts to slip in its grip on Shoka, splooshing back down into the liquid mass of them as Shoka presses into her. ]

G-g-good.... y-yeah, good-- mmmnnn....

[telewarped]

[Shoka withdraws her tendril, sliding it leisurely, teasingly out of Nanami with a wet sound. Once it's out, emboldened, she rolls her hips forward, pressing Nanami's melting tail between her thighs; in the same motion, the tendril reenters their form, delving into them quicker, deeper. It's joined a moment later by its sibling, in time with another clumsy thrust of Shoka's hips. The both of them fuck Nanami gently, in alternating thrusts into their slime—slowly at first, building a steady pace.

As if sensing Nanami's want to hold onto her, Shoka dips her head down then, letting them spill formless under and around her. Her hand glides through Nanami's inside as she mouths at what might be their chest, or their shoulder. It's hard to tell now, with Nanami losing more definition by the moment. Shoka is reshaping them blindly with all she has—her touch, her bite, the stroke and coil of her tendrils—guided only by what seems to make them make the most (and cutest) noises.

It's messy. There's a breathy laugh as Shoka pulls away just enough to lick slime from her lips.]

You're getting you everywhere...

[Her delight at this is obvious. After all, she did want to see them melt.

With all of Nanami her target, she's moving clumsily, without much deliberateness or precision—but one of her tendrils, at least, does seem to have a plan of some sort. Each time it slides into Nanami, it ventures a little deeper, filling up more of them as it inches closer and closer to the glow of their core.]