You want to...but..

"Sorry, but I think I'll have to call it a night. Maybe next time."

"Ah well, this can be a bit much for someone new to orgies. I'm not expecting you to have marathon sex sessions every day."

Serena isn't, but that sums up life since Eileen pretty well. Speaking of, she hugs you from behind, resting her tits on either of your shoulders.

"Don't worry, you still have plenty of guys here, and since I'm going with him, they're all yours."

Now it's going to seem like she's taking you away from the party to keep for herself, and you think that might have been her intention.

"I see. Just try to remember Dick, if you're going to pick favorites, you have a girlfriend to consider."

She left you to get dressed. Eileen tries to feign bemusement, when she's clearly amused instead.

"Well that was needlessly awkward. Why?"

"Girls, man. You wouldn't think sluts could get jealous, but there you go."

"I mean why try to get that response in the first place?"

"Competitive streak with a fellow slut? I don't know. What does it matter? There's more important things to discuss. That's why we're going isn't it? Unless you really do want to have me to yourself for the rest of the night until your balls are empty."

"Yeah, there is a lot to process I'd put off thinking about since day one; about your kind and the implications of a world where they could be anywhere, and anyone or anything. That aside, how are you after that? You're processing a lot too in ways I can't imagine."

"Alright, so maybe I got a little possessive. Maybe what I experienced through her memory made me think about how precious you are to me and how things could be between us. Apparently, it's in my nature to love."

"Why wouldn't it be? I know how much you care and I appreciate it. I really do."

"Not just to love, but to be lovers. It's how I am. Just like it's her nature to moderate herself and the behavior of others through enforcement of our laws."

"Okay, I can only respond to one thing at a time. Law enforcement? She's a slime cop?"

"I know you're imagining some sci-fi action flick in your head, but stay with me here. I'll explain on the way home."

You get out past the ongoing orgy and Eileen gives her best shot to turn into a moped. She pulls it off and communicates like KITT.

"Ride me Dick. Ride me right here, all the way."

"Ha ha, you're hilarious, and this is cool."

"Yeah, apparently, I'm not the first to think of shape shifting this way. This is like the main job for another type of slime."

You hop on and ride off as she explains further.

"There's a bunch of varieties out there serving different roles for the species as a whole. A caste system, like bees or something. Bunch of colors with different roles. A lot to take in here."

"I'm getting just fine."

"I mean me, I'm sorting through disjointed memories for the equivalent of every history lesson you ever had but without the benefit of the full context. Public relations!?"

"What about public relations?"

"The other slimes look at love as public relations!? Like every hot pink slime feels this way because it appeals to select humans!? She knows better. She loved too. We all have the capacity to love, if they would just.."

"Need you to drive straight here."

"I'm sorry. I'll focus on the road."

"No, I mean straight here and we're home."

"Oh shit, yeah, cover story. You got a ride back most of the way, she stopped at her place, you walked the rest of the way. Now to hide in your pocket."

To an outside observer, it would look like a moped got sucked into a black hole you had in your pocket, and you looked around to make sure there wasn't one. You went in the front door. Your family would be asleep by now, so you go straight to your room. You reach in your pocket to find she's in the form of panties with the outline of an open pussy on it.

"Alright, cute. The coast is clear."

She took the form of Princess Jasmine, but her sky blue pants are replaced with a thong and she's buxom to the point her areolas are peeking out of her tube top.

"Now then, I'm fuzzy on the details of the hierarchy, but I have enough context clues to figure out how many colors of slime there are."

She produces cards from her hand, tarot cards of the major arcana. Lovers, Temperance, Chariot, Justice, Strength.

"According to an early memory, these are a useful metaphor for the different types of slimes, so right there that tells us there's over twenty varieties. Lovers obviously represents me and by extension mom, Medina's Temperance, Chariot does transportation and courier work, Justice is the soldier class, and Strength is security guards. I can only speculate on the rest, since I couldn't get all that much to begin with. Guess I shouldn't have gotten personal. Not enough room for both."

You get an erection as she has a double nip slip. You listened to all that, but damn you want to fuck her. She leans forward and fishes out your dick without pausing her monologue.

"This is all so fascinating. I'm really excited."

"Clearly two unrelated facts, horndog. Let's take care of this."

She takes it in her mouth and sucks you off while stroking the rest like she's trying to get a genie to come out. Then when your pump has been thoroughly primed as it were, she tugs aside her thong and rides you like a magic carpet.

After some sex that would be best montaged to the parody song A Whole Nude World, you give her your load and she cuddles with you as she squirms from her orgasm. You look at her as she reverts to a humanoid slime and her desire to embrace you as much as she can causes her to essentially become a literal blanket of slime with a head nuzzled against you, combining the feel of her soft body with that of a thick blanket of a higher thread count than you've ever experienced.

You fall asleep like that, and dream peacefully.