Be Like Water 101

You enter the class, apprehensive, but excited to learn more. This time, you see plenty of seats in back, but you decide to sit front and center, eager to participate. The room soon fills with your fellow slime students, some recognizing you from your first class and giving you a respectful nod.

A small but well built man in a yellow jumpsuit bounds into class and introduces himself, "Greetings. I am Professor Espiritu, and I am here to teach you the Way of Water. Slimes are often considered an easy target in battle, the lowest level as it were, but in this course you will learn that it does not have to be this way."

You are on the edge of your seat, and you can see from the corner of your eye that you are not alone in your rapt attention. "I see I have your attention. Good. You will need it." From out of nowhere he pulls a long, curved sword out and brandishes it in the air. "Mr. Addams, please come to front of the class and disrobe so we can begin with our lesson." You see a shy little slime boy sitting in the very back of the room slowly go forward as he looks from classmate to classmate, helplessly hoping someone will volunteer to take his place. No one wants to be the first to go up, not even you, and he eventually reaches the front of the class and fumblingly frees himself from his clothes.

He takes on a light blue human shape, quivering and barely holding himself together as the professor calmly continues, "Now as I am sure you all know, slimes are very empathic creatures. We can share sensation with each other, and a touch with erotic intent will create a pleasurable sensation, even though we are being penetrated." To illustrate his point, Professor Espiritu begins to caress the slime boi's crotch until he molds a wet pussy and slides his fingers in. The slime boi grows a little purplish as he warms to the professor's touch and even begins bucking his hips against the fingers fucking him. You feel for him having experienced the same horny humiliation first hand, and you hope he doesn't have to suffer much longer...

Professor Espiritu quickly pulls out his fingers, leaving Addams moaning meekly. "But a strike with violent intention," in a flash, he slices the slime boy into pieces with his sharp, shining sword. The screams echo throughout the room and in your head as he splatters to the ground. The professor is unmoved by his pupil's pain. "As you can see, shock, agony, and a total loss of cohesion. But why? As I am sure you learned in Slime Molding 101, you can shift if your focus is strong enough, even when someone is manually molding you. Why should a sword be any different from dick? Oh, and, Mr. Addams, please pull yourself together and take your seat."

You consider his words as the suffering slime boi pulls himself together and slides into his uniform, too weak, or maybe too demoralized to take on a human shape without the help of his uniform. He looks a little paler as he makes his way to the back of the room and everyone avoids looking him in the eyes, as if his failure might be contagious. Professor Espiritu has no time for failures, coldly asking, "So, any volunteers to come down and learn how to avoid falling to pieces every time someone breathes on you too hard?"

You feel hundreds of eyes on you and for a second you wonder why. Then you realize your hand is the only one raised in the entire auditorium. "Hmm. That's rare. Usually I have to **** someone to come down here after that demonstration. Step forward, Mr. Robertson, and tell us all whether you are bravest student in class, or just the stupidest."

You blush as you hear muffled laughter and you ponder the question yourself, but being in the front row, you don't have time to think. You answer honestly, the words coming to you as you speak them, "Well...honestly...I'm neither. I don't think I will do any better than Mr. Addams, but I want to learn how, even if I have to fail first to do so. I don't want to be the weakest anymore, so I guess I have to suffer some to get stronger." You cannot tell by Professor Espiritu's expression whether he is impressed with your stumbling explanation, but then, he hands you his sword. Suddenly, you are speechless.

The professor slips out of his jumpsuit with a graceful fountain of magenta slime, landing inches in front of you and firming up instantaneously to look nearly indistinguishable from his previous form, save for the monochrome hue. He stands firm and says, "I want you to try to hack me to pieces, Mr. {last name 2}. You hesitate for a second, but his stern expression compels you to lift the sword high and slice him from his left shoulder to just under his right arm. You feel his slime give way without resistance and close right back up the moment the blade passes by. You gasp and hear the auditorium join in, but you are committed to your lesson so you pull back and strike again.

Professor Espiritu remains stoic as he turns to address the class, even as his head is severed and reattached in the same instant. "I am sure you are all wondering how I can be sliced apart without pain." You go for his leg, but he doesn't even have to limp as he heals so quickly. "The truth is this does hurt, considerably even." You make quick slices all across his torso, but he doesn't tumble. "However, just as you can push past pleasure and focus on firming up, you can ignore agony and close around any wound the moment it opens." Your arm aches as you stab and slice in a frantic flurry, but still he stands unmoved. "It is both the easiest and most natural effort for a slime to reform, and among the most challenging in the moment of panic and pain. But once you master it, you gain a huge advantage over any opponent, tiring them out before they get a chance to hurt you."

Professor Espiritu shifts in an instant so he is now facing you and he effortlessly disarms you and holds the sword to your tender throat. "And now we shall see how well Mr. Robertson learned this lesson. You may disrobe so we can begin."