Something sticky

You recoil as your hand comes across something definitely not rock. It's gooey, wet, and sticks to your hand, and worst of all...it's warm. You freeze for a moment, straining your ears to see if you can hear any movement, but nothing. After what you saw in the forest, you find it safer to assume that the slime is residue from some creature that lives down here. The question of whether or not it might be the same one, something similar, or maybe worse enters your mind for a moment before you shake your head, not wanting to freak yourself out any more than need be.

You wipe what you can off of your hand, much of it refusing to reliquish its grip on you, before you feel around for a different way. The wall you feel frustrates you, what your hands can reach implying it's either a very tall ledge or solid rock. You turn around, soon encountering a similar wall. Behind you is the way you came, so it seems like you're gonna have to suck it up and hope whatever it is isn't home...

Using your already slimed hand, you feel around, hoping there is a clean-ish path, finding only a somewhat less slime covered area. Still on your hands and knees, your shins quickly become coated in the stuff, as does your skirt. The smell that it gives off is nothing like what you expect. Instead of foul, it's actually a bit sweet.

You move as quietly as you can, only the squishing of the slime and your surpressed, ragged breathing giving you away. No other noise reaches your ears, but you can't help but feel you're being watched.

You have no idea how long you crawl through the slime, the silence and the darkness playing tricks on your brain even as you start to feel light headed. The sensation of something brushing against your cheek triggers a reflex, the result of which is a faceful of the slime. When you sit back to try and get it off, your aching ankle forces you to sit with your legs out, getting even more of the slime all over you. Worse yet, your slimy hands get your blouse dirty, and the slime refuses to leave your face. Your frustration begins to mount, mixing with a growing disorientation to bring you to angry tears.

Before you can so much as blink, you are soaked by a massive glob of the slime. It is much hotter than the stuff you've been crawling through, and it tingles as it touches your skin. Your initial scream is drowned out by the thick sludge, and the shock mixes with your need to breathe causing you to flail around, trying desperately to wipe the slime from your mouth. Not fast enough, your first breath is mostly slime, causing you to cough violently, inhaling even more slime the next breath. You almost can't believe you're going to die by drowning in slime when finally you get air.

The next few minutes are spent coughing and gasping, and it is only after it calms that you realize your clothes are dissolving. You can't see it, but you feel them loosen and then slide off, your grasping at them only causing the remaining strips to fall apart in your grip. Strangely, this does not make you embarrased or angry. It's just...something that happened.

Things around you have come alive after your slime bath. Something large is moving around. The fear seemed to have abandoned you. Your ankle doesn't really hurt now, either, and you're actually starting to feel sleepy. And really, really horny. "Ugh... What...what is this stuff you put on me?" you murmer, a numbness overtaking your brain despite a small part of you trying to warn you of the danger.

A new voice comes to you from nearby. "It's..." The voice seems feminine, but shaky. You wonder for a moment if your brain is playing more tricks on you before the new female voice continues. "It's an aphrodisiac...and a sedative..." The owner sounds not much older than you, but it seems she hasn't used her voice in a while. "Are...are you...a new mate...?"

"Mate?" The word rolls around in your apparently **** brain, meaning something but you're unsure what. You seem almost incapable of keeping more than a few things in your head at the same time, and have almost forgotten the thing near you before it grabs you.