Part 2

It hadn’t taken long at all after I reached the outskirts of the forest before the commotion faded behind me.
The looming trees enveloped everything underneath in a shadowy cloak, so dark that night encroached on whoever stepped within. The dense vegetation coiled around the undulating hills, forming a labyrinth that was as claustrophobic as it was disorientingly vast.

Being a hero isn't for everyone. Sometimes it means stepping into a dreadful grove such as that, alone. Of course, a jungle as bleak as that was never as lonely as it seemed.
But if that was your destiny, you could never do anything else.
Without me, the village was at the mercy of the Demon Lord's forces. I had to save them.
More importantly, I had to prove to everyone that I was not some phoney.

In a place so teeming with growth, yet hostile to everything alive, I felt myself drift deeper and deeper into a liminal state. As if caught between the realms of the living and the dead.
SPLAT!

I raised my boot. It had become blue. Some kind of incandescent gunk had attached to my sole. I scrambled back, away from the thick puddle I had stepped in.
I looked around the forest. Left and right. There was that blue mucus again. Hanging off a gnarled branch like a curtain. Carefully I approached with my sword. It wobbled as I poked it.
The monster couldn't have been far away. Well, there was no point in hiding from me. No matter where, it could never escape my flawless vigilance.

SPLOTCH!
I wiped the icky sticky goop off my face, spitting all over, in case it'd get in my mouth. It was all warm and nasty.
I looked down at my palm, and there it was again: more of that blue gel.
It was sticky and runny at the same time.
I looked in the direction of that projectile. A clearing awaited behind some shrubbery. I pulled the foliage away to peer to the other side.

SPLOTCH!
I recoiled at the second glob, even as it missed me. It splattered over a nearby trunk. Of course. I would not fall for the same trick twice.

SPLOTCH!
I rubbed my face free of the slime. Again. And there was the monster. In the very middle of the glade, spinning in place. And it was spinning fast. So fast it turned into a tornado. That gross blue substance flung off its body. Here. There. Everywhere.
It's not that it made slime. It was the slime. An amorphous heap of transluscent mucus.
The rotation slowed to a stop. Finally. Once the last revolution concluded, I was privy to what kind of creature it was.

"Uahhhhhh... Pluruda don't feel too good..."
It wasn't terrifying at all. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was rather pretty.
The slime approximated the form of a nubile young woman, one flailing her arms and body in an uncoordinated dance, apparently yet to regain her bearings. She looked sleek, with smooth skin and shapely hips, until you got to the legs. There they lost their form entirely, congealing into a slimy heap on the ground.
Her hair looked like it was melting. Gelatinous drops gathered at the bottom of long strands, and sank to her slimy base, slowly but surely. There, the strands snapped up again, and the process repeated. That seemed to be another part of her she was unable to control.
"Uhuhuhuhu... Auhhhhh... Glade is spinning around Pludura's head. Stay still, world."

Was that what had gotten everyone so worked up? An unarmed woman literally without a backbone, wearing too little to even be considered naked.
But that was right up my alley. If she hadn't been a monster, I'd make my moves on her. But as it stood...
I drew my sword as I stepped into the glade, pointing at my enemy, “I am Dorian Gilward. Remember that name, fiend. It will be the last name you ever hear.”

“Auhahaha… Man…? A man is here? Mmmm… That is man-smell… What a delicious smell… Auhahaha…” She mumbled, her face warped in a dopey grimace, “Come close… Pluruda wanna touch man… Auhahaha… Won’t take long… Just a touch…”
Either she couldn’t hear my warning or didn’t care. She didn't relent for a second.
Her hands reached blindly around her as she wriggled... somewhere.
Her base seemed to move in one direction, while her body moved in another. The result was a thoroughly confused slime girl who seemed to swivel around everywhere.
"Auauauau..." She just about managed stop her '****' "Auhahaha… Man want to come to Pluruda? Makes man feel good. Very good. Will man come and taste Pludura …? Slimy slime taste good… But be careful… Might touch man… Auhahaha… ”
I took my chance while she was still dazed. My war-cry echoed through the forest as I charged sword-first ahead.

It went through. Right in her chest. The blade sank all the way to the base.
Ha! And she said it wasn’t a monster slayer sword! That’s why she was the barmaid, and I was the hero.
The slime girl remained as oblivious as always though. I must have missed her vital organs. Come to think of it, I could see all the way through her, but no vital organs anywhere. If she didn’t have any vital organs, how was I supposed to kill her with a sword?
“Auhaha… Man come to touch Pluruda…? But Pluruda touch man first!”
Well, I guess that was something for me to figure out later. I pulled on the sword to get it out. Didn’t budge an inch.
It was stuck.

I felt my heart sink in my throat. Without my sword I couldn’t be a monster slayer! I had to get it out no matter what!
“Let… Go!” I snarled at her as I pulled. As hard as I could. This time it moved.
Further into her body.

My hands had been drawn into her slimy abdomen. And I still couldn’t pull them out!
“Auhahaha… Man is touching Pluruda… It tickles… Pluruda will touch man now…!” She reached her grabby hands towards me.
“No! Stay away!”
I stomped on her midriff in order to lever myself out. Turns out that part was just as gooey as the rest of her. My foot ended up trapped as well.
The more I struggled, it appeared, the further into her grasp I sank. And you know what that meant?
I simply hadn’t struggled enough!

“Auhaha… Man wiggly wiggle…! Pluruda show really wiggle-wiggly wiggle wiggling…!”
All my thrashing merely seemed to amuse her. She lunged towards me, her bountiful chest pressing against me as she attacked my neck and my face with her lips and tongue. I tried to slip away, or turn… Anything to escape her. But I was already in her embrace. Nowhere to run.
Since my foot was trapped, I was in a constant state of tripping. But she would not let me fall.
She enveloped me in her arms, pushing her chest against me with the vigor of a dog in heat. She was trying to rub herself against me with her curves, or at least that was what I thought. When the slime’s chest crushed against me, and the fluid spread along my torso, I realized she was actually trying to wrap me inside her curves.

No idea why that thought reinvigorated the resistance in me, but I started writhing like a trapped animal. Not like it amounted to anything. Her body stuck to me like glue. Her blue mucus reshaped around me, until only my neck stuck out from the writhing mass
“Stop this at once!” I cried, “Do you know who I am! I’m a hero! A champion of the Chief God! You will not hhmmmphphhmmm…”
She slapped a glob of gluey slime over my mouth with her hand and continued her ****.

Something happened to whatever she was made of when it came in contact with my skin. The fluid around me turned hot, with bubbles forming all over. Pulsating torrents caressed my skin, almost like writhing appendages that roamed within the confines of the slime, and were made out of the slime. She had me pinned under her base. Looking up at her, it was clear she imagined herself straddling me, violating me with her hips. She thrust down at me. Ever harder. Ever faster.
All of her had the same consistency as her breasts, and while I’m ashamed to admit it, that did something to me. I don’t think I had ever been as aroused as I was then. An ocean of boobs surrounding me. Kneading at me from every direction.
But it was on her terms entirely. And it was a monster. I could not let myself succumb to her lewd viles. But she left me ****.

Something more primal ignited in her when she noticed I got hard. I could feel the appendages slither into my trousers, removing them along with my shoes. They launched them out of her body with explosive ****, landing far into the bushes.
Same thing happened to my cape, and then my shirt. And, of course, my precious sword. Only my underwear remained to cover my shame. The ones with heroic shields on them.
Any sign of lucidity was gone from her face. If she appeared dopey and unfocused before, now she was a savage beast looking down at her caught prey, ready to consume him with her feral lust.
It took all my strength to crawl so much as an inch from her embrace, when her tentacles shot out and wrapped around my arms and torso. I felt them tugging, pulling me back into my mucusy prison. No way, no how. I clawed at the ground in a fit of desperation. I managed to kick myself back onto my feet. That was my one chance. I scrambled away, wresting the tendrils off my limbs. But for every tentacle I got freed from, three new seemed to catch me. In the end, I wasn't pulled back into her clutches. She pulled herself into me with her tentacles. Slammed into my naked body, sending the both of us toppling backwards, until I hit a a tree with my back first. Now I was really trapped. Glued to a trunk with her adhesive body. She ground her hips against me, planting a barrage of forceful kisses on my lips, all over my face, down my neck and towards my bare chest. I couldn't even push her away. She held me by my wrists while her slimes invaded my **** body. All while she laughed and moaned lewdly.
I whimpered in my gag. Never before had I felt less like a hero. I had been reduced to a plaything to this horny, simple monster driven by her base desires. A mere slime could capture me so effortlessly. Violate me. Turn me into a a **** to her lusts. The more struggled, the more I pleaded with my eyes, the more frenzied her **** became as if fueled by my surrender to her strength.
I was hers. And nothing would stop her from claiming what belonged to her.

That's when I heard a thunk near my ear. Next to me, a glass bottle had landed. At the bottom, a stain of honey could be seen. A string was tied to its neck. As I followed it, I saw it led to a fishing pole, and who should hold it if not that old bloke from before.
“Auhahaha…” She cackled mindlessly, “Man get Pluruda engagement gift…? Shouldn’t have…”
She slithered one of her tentacles into the flask. But apparently it didn’t get the stain off the glass, so she poured more of it. And then even more.
Eventually, she let go of me entirely to dive into the flask. I saw her spiral into the mouth until it was completely full, and the old fisher reeled it in.
“Mmmhrrrhh…” Said he, pushing in the cork.

I looked up at the old man with crooked posture, scarcely able to fathom what just happened. One moment, I was the greatest hero the world had ever seen. Next, I was being ruthlessly violated by an amorphous slime girl. And then, the lowest and most humble of inhabitants, a mere old man and a fisherman, had managed to turn the situation on its head at the flick of a wrist.
I crawled up to my knees, my legs too frail at the moment to stand upright. I tried to tear the slime gag off with my hands. Had to be careful there. The membrane left on my naked skin had rendered me incredibly sensitive on those spots. It was as if it tickled when touched there, only in the most arousing way. I shuddered as touching my cheek sent surges of erotic pleasure through my spine. Finally, I managed to rip it off. I sputtered out the slime that had gotten in my mouth, but couldn’t get rid of the rosey oily taste.
I looked up at him in awe and disbelief, “You…”
“Hmmmmrrrph….” He grunted, tossing the flask towards me, “...Dispose of it, hmmmhrpph…? Gonna go fishing… Hmmphhhhh…!”
He turned and walked off deeper into the forest.

I hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, I grabbed the flask. I looked it over with disbelief. So she was trapped inside…
I looked around myself. Nobody was there. Nobody knew what had happened.
Nobody except me.
I roamed through the bushes, and found it there. My sword.
“Hey everyone! I did it!” I yelled, running back to the village, “I caught the monster! Look! I really am a hero!”