Chapter 15 by Zeebop

Go for the matches, or something else?

Try To Kill It With Fire

Lois lurched for the drawer. The blob of semen surged toward her as she scrabbled to grab the box of matches, and it followed her, oozing across the floor in a distressing manner. With her prize in hand, Lois beat a hasty retreat...and the blob of semen moved toward her, aggressively.

The reporter's hands were shaking as she took a match out of the box. She looked back and forth between what she was doing and the oncoming sperm-blob. It was almost like it was rolling...the front part of it would lump forward, and then the back part would draw up, in an almost continuous undulating process. The reporter shuddered, imagining that glob climbing its way up her leg. Lois didn't want that glob of cum to touch her.

She scratched the match against the rough strip on the side of the box.

Skkrrtch

Skkkrrrtch

Skkkkrrrrtccch...FWOOSH!

Heart pounding in her chest, Lois stared in glee at the yellow flame at the end of the wooden match. She had re-lived one of the primal successes of humanity—the creation of fire. Now all she had to do...

"Fuck!" Lois realized that the glob of cum was almost at her feet. The damned white slime could move quickly. She almost dropped the match...and then realized that was exactly what she wanted to do.

Backing up and dropping into a squat, the reporter waved the flaming match at the white glob of cum. It had no eyes to see, but somehow it had to sense her movement. Her hand drew closer and closer, and it quivered as if not sure where to go...and then it leaped at her. Only quick reflexes brought the match down to touch the surface of the briefly airborne blob of sperm.

It had no mouths, but it tried to scream as the flame touched the surface.