Climb up

You might have been able to make it.

If you weren't cramped and slippery, if a too-big butt plug wasn't hampering your movements, if you'd eaten recently and weren't trying to hurry to avoid the Chullians coming up behind... you might have been able to make it.

Instead, you slip on the third foothold, and drop right into the green slime.

You don't sink, at least not all the way. You drop straight down and then rise to float again at about chest height. The slime burns; not painfully, just a little. It worms its way into every crevice of your skin as you rub it from your eyes and head.

And panic a little. Your hair is gone! Where is your hair?!

The all-over burning has faded to tingling. As you struggle to climb out, you feel the slime actively working its way into every crevice, worming around your labia, coating your clitoris, pushing up your cunt. Your nipples burn and your genitals feel hypersensitive as the slime rubs and rolls over your body. focused on climbing out, the orgasm takes you by surprise. So do the two Chullians staring down at you as you tremble and shudder on the floor.

"Holy shit," Amano says. "Dreg's a genius."

"It is?" Tortik asks.

"Yeah. It's used the cleaning slime to clean itself. Look at that; clean as metal. Well, when the slime's gone, anyway."

"If it's such a great idea, why don't you touch it?"

"And lose all my hair? No way."

Before you can struggle to your feet, you come a second time. Both Chullians eye you with interest, but make no move to touch you until the slime has drained away, back into the pit. Then Tortik picks you up and pins you against the wall. "You reckon we have time for...?"

"Let the poor thing have breakfast, Tortik. It's probably worked up an appetite trying to escape."

Tortik huffs. "Fine." They reach behind you, do something to the butt plug, and yank it out. They toss you over one shoulder and carry you back through the ship to the kitchen door, which they shove you through before wandering off. The mess of last night's activities has been cleaned up, but you have bad memories of this place.

Two flimsy metal tables sit in front of long benches that have been bolted into the wall. They're identical; you can't tell which one you were on last night. At the far end of the room is the kitchen part; cupboards of food and a large contraption that is probably some kind of oven, though it's hard to be sure.

Kistel, who you can easily distinguish from the rest of the crew because they're so huge, is sitting at a table, talking to Maive. They look up and grin. "Dreg! Let's get some food into you. You need the energy after that performance last night!" They head to the cupboards and pull something out, slamming it directly onto the table -- Chullians haven't heard of plates, apparently. It looks like some kind of fibrous meat, very overcooked, and smells incredibly gamey.