[Intermission, Part 2] Light & Slime

Moira grunted as she pulled on her hand and hammer, trying to **** it out of the creature with the full weight of her body. Every inch she managed to pull free sunk back in, and the problem only worsened once the slime slid forward without walking, threatening to engulf the Warden as she raised her shield and tried to dredge up some remainder of the Lady's power inside her. Her striking arm's sleeve began to disintegrate within, leaving her skin unblemished and bare. Moira suddenly felt powerless to escape.

Rave, on the other hand, had power to spare. She sheathed her hand in light, burning and repelling the slime long enough to withdraw her arm and jump backwards before the creature's arms could envelop her anew. She braced herself as reinforcements began lurching towards their side of the room, one towards Moira and the other right for Rave. "Jesus..." Rave looked down at her hand; it was trembling, and her breaths were labored as she watched the cloth of her shirt began to fall apart under the slime's influence. Her skin didn't burn... at least, not in the way she feared. These thoughts were pushed ashide when she realized Moira was about to be overtaken again. Rave went to help her; their rivalry was buried for now. She needed the Warden as much as the Warden needed her-

"The Lady stands!"

A flash of golden light, a pillar of radiance, and the lone slime and Moira were vanished in the wide, golden rod of light. The remaining oozes stopped their march, and though none needed to turn and watch Rave was sure they were waiting to see the result. Rave watched until the light suddenly died like a snuffed torch, and Moira stood alone. A number of stones fell to the ground and broke apart, blackened and burnt. Moira, gasping for breath, let her hammer arm remain outstretched where the slime once held her hostage.

The slimes began moving again. Moira backpedaled; whatever she just did, she had no confidence that she could do it once again. Rave moved in, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Moira before stretched her arm out to her assailant. A single finger pointed at the core floating within it, and the speed of light was proven as the creature didn't so much as budge as Rave's attempt at a ranged attack struck its body... and burned a shallow pit into its surface before it was filled anew. Shit... if I can't get my Light to touch them... and there's no way in Hell I'm going to risk touching them again! "I don't know what you did to that last one," Rave grunted, "but if you could do it about five more times now, that'd be great!"

"Five? What do you-" Moira spotted it then: two more teardrops of blue slime forming on the black string that was apparently a second barrier. The three formed ones descended upon the girls, and both leapt away as the tidal wave of slime slammed on their earlier positions. Even mixed up as the three were, they acted in perfect harmony; the crashing wave grew thin tendrils and gave chase to the girls, one being splattered onto a low-level bookshelf as Moira's hammer connected with it.

The ripples of the impact vibrated up the tentacle and sent it writhing, animating the entire tentacle, right up to where it neared the small bank of cores at the base of the tentacled blob... and caused them all to back away, as if put at risk. The wave briefly pulsed along the surface of the singular mass, and Rave's eyes widened as she realized how to get her Light into the monster. "Moi-Moi, remember when you chased me across the whole football field just for egging your Harley?"

"Now is hardly the time-!"

"The attack you used, where you hit your shield to try and blind me!" Another tentacle neared Rave's face, to which she responded with a fistful of brilliance. "When it vibrated and- fuck!"

"I said now's hardly- hah!" Another tentacle bashed; again the vibrations traveled up its remaining length.

"Look, just take them on your shield!"

"They'll just engulf it-!"

"I know!" Moira stared wide-eyed at her rival, but the slimes made her choice for her; as the girls backed up against the wall, the tendrils wrapped together, forming a tree-like trunk that no mere hammer would shatter. Rave paid as much mind as she could to finding two of the polished, stainless steel legs from likely two different chairs, each snapped off at the same, poorly-welded joint (thank you, Academy Budget Committee). Wielding them like kali sticks, Rave took a deep breath as she approached Moira, focusing her Light into it as she kept her eyes on the **** Warden, and raising the improvised weapon against the same.

"What the Hell are you-!" Moira gasped as the slime bashed into her shield. She held it out, finding herself pinned against the wall as more slime poured onto where it had stuck onto the polished, golden emblem, and widened its grasp, threatening to pour over the edge to find the Warden anew. The great mass of the slimes were joined by their brothers, and now the single mass, filled with cores ready for planting, send a bulging wave towards their two victims.

"Try eating this, you giant sack of-!" Rave's final expletive was lost as the mirror-sheen of the chair legs, growing brilliant with all the energy poured into them, connected with the edge of Moira's shield.

TING.

Rave's long sleeves peeled apart and blossomed outward up to her biceps. Moira's shield arm ached with the terrible, ringing noise that exploded her sleeve and tore her shield arm's clothing apart until it left her left shoulder and breast completely exposed. The mana charged into the rods blasted into a shield that Rave hoped was enchanted to take this kind of ****... and by its material, the waveform of Rave's magic became a deafening blast. Waves into waves, the energy found its release as sound: the mana ripped through the slime, shaking globules loose and covering both warriors as the unavoidable undertow of Light made its way towards the cores. They danced in their panic, trying to disconnect from their combined mass in some last-ditch effort to survive, but their harmony was rocked, their joining of bodies made it difficult enough to think, let alone flee coherently, and the first arms and legs were but nubs by the time the surge was upon them. Light met its target, and the **** of the vibration shook every gemstone therein until they shattered.

"Yes-!" Rave's celebrations were cut short as the slime exploded. A mouthful of blue horror shoved its way down her open mouth, splattered against Moira's **** body as she let her wounded shield arm fall, and covered the fronts of the mighty warriors, as well as every surface the catastrophe of a barrier had to offer, in a gorgeous blue glaze. An audible sizzle, and their clothes began to fall away in strips that never made it to the ground whole. Rave choked and hacked up what she could, and her eyes bulged when she swallowed some of the ichor whole. It tastes like strawberries... why the Hell does it taste like strawberries?! Why does it... taste so good... Rave's breaths grew more labored, and she eyed the slime as it stuck to her now nude form. Moira tried to lift her left arm, but to no avail: she had pushed her muscles far beyond their means, and even the blessings of the Lady demanded rest. Like her original adversary, she too could feel an unwanted heat building on her body, as the slime touched everywhere that her chastity belt did not keep dry.

But they couldn't rest yet, because another pair of blobs bled from the wound in space, and then another.

Rave stared up in a daze. Moira tried to will them out of the barrier, but it was no use; the creatures had already laid claim to it. "How... many could there be...?" The Warden's muttering grew panicked as the new slimes touched the remnants of the old... and caused Moira to feel a tugging on her flesh.

"Hah... hahah... heruk..." Rave exchanged between giggling and coughing, now more than satisfied to leave the small loaf of monster that was resting in her belly.

"Rave! We... we need to leave... they're... they're reconnecting-!" The slime splattered on the walls, the ceiling, the floor, and their tired, naked bodies, began to quiver as the bits of slime communed. Moira's panic grew faster than her arousal; she had been slime-poisoned before, and the humiliation now was unbearable with a witness, even if it was a fellow victim. The four slimes, now larger, more menacing-looking masculine forms with the addition of their slain brethren, marched away from the portal to surround the girls. Moira twitched to raise her hammer arm; perhaps armed with the memories of the incorporated dead, one of them immediately lobbed its entire mass onto her shield arm, making it all the heavier and, with the pressure of its internal environment, slowly shoved slime underneath her fingers until her grip loosened. "No... No... I'm... the Warden of-"

The brooch-shield suddenly shot out like a bullet, arcing through the air at such speed as to embed it into the faux blackboard. Moira blinked at it in disbelief. She raised her hammer, and the other slime intent on sharing her repeated the first's act: engulfing her arms, so that now she was bent to a knee by their sheer weight, and slowly prying her fingers off before shooting the hammer out at a similar speed, this time denting the wood below the board. Moira did her best to stand, to pray, to hold for relief from the Lady herself, perhaps another dose of that inspiration that saved her the first time - but none came. She looked over at Rave, who was now bent over on the floor and gurgling happily as the poison raced through her skin.

"Uh-oh," Rave giggled, "I've seen theeeese on the Auction, hah..." Her laughter betrayed her wide, aware eyes, and she began to focus Light into her fist when the slime in front of her face formed his menacing tentacle cock and sent it squirming towards her face. Shock and horror had her slap it with burning Light, but to minimal effect; it reformed and rushed into her mouth before she could catch another breath to try her escape plan once more. Her muffled protests came to moans as the second transculent dick probed her sex. Being that they were made of lubricant, it didn't toy with her; the first of almost ten inches of gel manhood slipped right into Rave's cunt, filling her most sensitive tissues with even more of its essence.

All signs of protest perished, and Rave's eyes began to flicker up as if she was suffocating. A few **** breaths came out of her nose as the slime allowed her that mercy, but the lump in her throat proved it was a small one: though Moira couldn't be sure, Rave could feel the slime pressing ever deeper into her guts, as if trying to meet again with the contents in her belly. Moira's own attentions were soon too wrapped up in the double-teaming she received: one massive tube of cock-headed azure rose into her vision and struck her mouth like a coiled snake. She had no prayers left as it slid across her tongue and down her throat; slime poison was more effective the more one was exposed to it, or so the Seer warned her. The effect of these slimes was indeed far worse than what she was prepared to resist.

The last slime, and the sorest of the four, angrily oozed all about her waist, trying to wear away the chastity belt to find the precious breeding pit inside their new prisoner. Rave's pussy, now well-lubed and thrust into by the tireless slime, posed no such barrier: its core floated near the root of its cock just as the slime buried itself within her. Fuck... God, he's so big... this feels amazing... Rave's addled thoughts could only manage a giggle as the core at her mouth similarly floated.

Each slime worked in tandem: first, the breeding medium. The cock inside her suddenly erupted as if coming, but the faux ejaculation refused to leave. Instead, it pried into her womb, dilating her cervix in a manner that would be agony if it wasn't causing her to shudder with the latest vector for the oozing influence. The one at her mouth similarly filled the bottom of her throat and worked to open her stomach up, rejoining the slime found there and absorbing all it could before replacing it with more slime. Rave's belly grew taut as she was filled on both ends, and the slime that so viciously ate her clothes worked to regenerate her skin rapidly; after all, such breeding stock tended to break under the strain the slimes preternaturally demanded.

The slimes double-penetrating Collide's hottest member did not nod or signal in any way either girl could understand. Regardless, in tandem, a single marble from their respective orbits floated away, and towards the secured tunnels into the human depths where a slime could grow and thrive. Near-mindless as they were, slimes knew a suitable breeder when they found one: humans had plenty of healthy places to hide their baby cores, from which more of their kind would spring and likely re-impregnate their mothers. It was their natural cycle. Rave could almost agree to that as she watched the first of many young slide down the pipe at her throat, and could just barely tell one was already past her labia.

Moira's eyes began to glaze over; the stimulation was too great, and another pair of slimes began to break through. One drifted down her throat, and she could feel the slime probing the lock of her belt, and the feeling of tumblers being engaged. She trembled as she imagined it finding the right combination, and the trembled as she felt the wet marble running down her throat and into her stomach along with another wave of slime to pack her full. More slimes began to pour into the room, with yet more young for their fresh girls. Both were well and truly lost-

Shizen.

Kim did not think the names of her katas, but her muscles sang it into her being, her soul reflected it like a moon upon a lake of still water, her mind declared it to the Heavens and the Earth, and her voice was silent, but in that silence lived the truth to be written by her flesh. She felt the gi formed by her spirit cling to her gymnast body, its surface the purest white except for the void of black of the belt tying it to her body. Against the only parts of her skin showing, then, she felt the signs of one of the "illusion barriers" formed by mages: her feet, now bare, pressed against an insubstantial floor. A gentle wind of chaos blew through the whole of it, tickling her nose and cheeks.

Kim opened her eyes, and found herself in a Hell of blue.

She was sitting before a gash in reality, but the horrors were behind her. She turned in her casual stance, hands to her side and relaxed, to regard a full eight monsters, each made from the sort of filth that coated the entire room. Among them, with shameful faces lost in rapture, were two women Kim recognized, but did her best to ignore. It was her father's wish that she not involve herself in Order business, or in rogue mage circles. The slimes turned to regard her (a token notion, given their ability to see in all directions). Her father would demand she let fate take its course, even as she watched monstrous seeds being planted into either woman. Her father would demand she live an exemplary life, free of such undue burdens, inflicted not on the innocent and helpless, for then it was justice for Kim to intervene, but on those who should know better.

But her father wasn't here right now.

Two slimes leapt through the air as massive globs, ready to pin her to the floor.

Exhale. Ichimonji.

She shifted three inches to the left, and raised her left hand to strike the slime mid-air. The first creature missed her, splattering on the ground and a bit on her gi. The gi absorbed it, and remained whole. The other monster, reacting to the approaching hand, reached for it as its knuckles rapped against it-

... and left the entire slime exploding into mist. The slime core and its ready seeds, suspended in the air, each cracked cleanly in half.

She spun on her front heel and swiped up with her foot, cutting across the second slime's surface with her toe. Five deep cuts, clustered tightly together, ran through the creature; its heart and offspring-to-be just barely failed to escape, and were diced in the process.

The slimes lowered their bounties, withdrawing the first eggs they had not quite implanted, and settled their moaning, twitching bodies on the ground near each other.

Rave and Moira, too lost in the poison’s effect to care, let their hands swim in the muck of their lovemaking to find each other and, in an exchange that no one who knew both would believe, began rubbing and kissing each other, with fingers and tongues sliding over glistening skin as the two pressed their bodies together.

Kim had more important things to worry about for now, however. The squad of goo approached the young martial artist widely spread apart from one another, and then began to rotate in that same formation. They rapidly circled her, their potent new prey, with the primal hope that she would be a receptacle for all their remaining young. Their bodies began to join as they made this circle, and the barrier they made, an ever-shrinking ring of monstrous ****, slowly closed around the martial artist. If Kim made a mistake here, she would indeed join her classmates in that terrible fate.

Inhale. Doko.