Hired Sword
by Abe_E_Seedy

Solve problems, get paid. It was a simple maxim, but it served Chiss well. Most mercenaries were just slabs of muscle, but she was lithe, skilled, and focussed. She knew exactly what she offered. She'd get to a new town, find out what problems they had, then solve those problems. Monsters getting the people down? She had a sword. Bandits threatening a raid? Sword. Tyrannical government? That one could be a little more complicated, vis-à-vis your particular definition of 'tyranny', but at the end of the day it was just the case of finding the right neck and bringing her sword into contact with it. In a world where peasants had pitchforks at best, offering them a low-cost sword really was quite the bargain.

All that simplicity had a downside though. Once the task was done, no one really knew what to do with her. Oh sure, there'd be celebratory drinks, maybe even a good feast around harvest time, and of course she'd always get paid, but beyond that people tended to get nervous. Whoever was newly comfortable or newly in charge was suddenly very aware that they had just as much neck as the last person, and they'd suddenly develop a keen interest in pointing out the next town where Chiss could find work. But that was fine. Solve problems, get paid, that was the pitch that she gave. But there was a third part that she kept to herself:

Move on. Quickly.

She'd always been of that mindset, more or less. But it hadn't been quite so pressing in the past. Now she had... perhaps a week, at best? She could never quite be sure, but she definitely knew when her time was up. In truth it probably made her a bit more fierce if things were dragging on too long - she probably wouldn't have run full-tilt into that last bugbear cave if it hadn't taken her so long to find the damn thing. When she started to feel it, really feel it, she knew she didn't have long. She'd barely made it to the outskirts of town that time, and even that only after accepting whatever coins the townsfolk happened to have on them as payment.

Normally she was much more careful. She liked to have a day, a good solid day where she could really get clear and find herself a nice, secluded spot. She'd set up her tent, pull off her leather armour and lay it all out. Maybe she'd get lucky and find a hot spring, or even just a small pool she could relax in, something where her nudity would make sense if, gods forbid, someone stumbled upon her. But, regardless of the exact setting, eventually she'd relax, and give in to the insistence that was by then beating at her door.

She still remembered the first time. Hazy memories of a midnight encounter the night before, and then heat, confusion and feelings the morning after. Fumbling at her vestments, desperate for air, or to cool down, she didn't know exactly what, but she knew she needed something, and pulling aside her clothes was the first step. And then she'd seen it, something slick and dripping sliding out of her pussy, waving back and forth in front of her.

Her hand reacted before her mind did, reaching down to snap it away, but the second her fingers closed around it she'd been forced to freeze. She'd felt that. Felt it in a way that caught her completely off-guard, felt the slime beneath her fingers and yet, at the same time, she could feel her fingers in turn, like she'd just grabbed hold of her own arm. And then, while she was still trying to wrap her mind around that, the urges just kicked.

Without thinking, her hand started moving. She couldn't offer rational justification, because it wasn't like she was trying to work it loose. Already she could tell that it wasn't something that could be loosened, because it wasn't actually some odd substance or creature stuck halfway inside of her. It wasn't a part of her pussy at all, but something that had built up over her clit, growing out as a slick green shape that she recognised viscerally.

It was a cock. And the realisation of that hit her just before the realisation that she was already sliding her hand up and down it, her mind swimming at the unstoppable sensations that provoked.

Even now, whenever she touched it, it brought her right back to that first time. The way her hand sunk into the surface of it with an audible 'squelch', the substance of it somehow both soft and hard at the same time. There was always the thought that maybe she shouldn't be doing this, maybe she should be putting it aside, or finally getting it looked at, but that always lost out to the inexorable bliss as she felt it slither and pulse between her fingers.

And then, with a twitch, she was... something. It was an orgasm in the same way that a yawn was a cough. It was related, involving a lot of the same components, but far more relaxed and leisurely. There was a tide of slime that just poured out of her, making her knees weak as it slid down the inside of her thighs.

That first time she'd had no idea what that meant, but now she knew the steps well. She settled down on her haunches, letting her head loll back on her shoulders as the waves of bliss and sensation washed over her. It never stopped being good, the way it just kept going and going, so wonderfully long and drawn out rather than the short sharp shock of any orgasm she'd had previously. Now she made sure to select a spot carefully, a small patch of soft grass to make her nest in. So when she felt the first of the shapes pressing towards her slick pussy, she knew all she had to do was brace herself into position and let them come.

If she'd tried to describe it to someone, she wasn't sure she would have been able to. She'd come to think that might be why she'd never heard of anything like this happening before, because maybe as well as being rare, the people who went through it kept as quiet about it as she was. Not to mention the undercurrent of embarrassment that came from whatever this was being inflicted by such a minor, unthreatening creature. She often wondered what exactly happened that night, how some mere nuisance had so completely gotten the better of her, but any misgivings like that swiftly fell away when this moment hit. It must happen more than people thought, because slime monsters were seemingly everywhere, and no one seemed to know how exactly they reproduced. But now, as she felt her slit stretch open, and the first deliciously soft shape slide through it and fall to the ground - now she had a much better idea than most.

She was never quite sure how long it took exactly. Sometimes it was just a brief moment in the morning, others it felt like an entire evening. Regardless of the precise timing though, it was always enough that her mind fogged over completely, letting her lose herself in jerking off her dripping wet cock, guiding the unending tide of thick fluid between her legs to catch the slimes that pressed one by one from her pussy.

And by now, it was her cock. To begin with it all felt so other, some foreign thing that had attached itself to her and demanded something of its host. But it had been so long, and she couldn't even remember when exactly it had stopped being an 'it' and started just being her. When it was dormant she'd found herself missing it, counting down the days until the urges would start again and she could feel it slithering out of her body, writhing around within the confines of her clothes and daring her to let loose. Eventually her tongue had started getting in on it too, getting thicker and slick with its own slime when she was taking too long, and she couldn't help but agree with that assessment.

Previously her life had revolved around the fun and excitement of starting fights and solving problems, then the reward and relaxation that she'd receive from all that. Now that was all a means to an end, a way to keep herself fed and on the move, an excuse to send herself from one town to another. What she really looked forward to now, the code she really lived by, didn't have any words. It was just this, the feeling of collapsing to her knees in a slickness of her own making, her cock grasped in one hand as it poured an endless supply of fluid beneath her, and her pussy stretched again and again with the unceasing passage of slimes.

They didn't hang around, of course. Chiss wasn't even sure if they could, being such simple things that they probably just went straight in the direction of some distant heat or light as soon as they hit the ground. She could never tell how many she'd just produced, as the last one would be disappearing into the undergrowth by the time she was picking herself back up. But, it didn't matter. She'd met trees that were more intelligent and dangerous than slimes were. It was nothing to put them out of her mind the moment she got back to her feet, and by the time she was strapping her armour back on she was already fully focussed on the town ahead. Perhaps some day she'd find some medicine woman she trusted enough to look into this, but for now there was another town and another set of problems just a day down the road.

It was time to solve problems and get paid.

Part Two

"Damn that town", Chiss muttered, finally lowering herself down to the soft grass and tossing aside her makeshift crutch. "What sort of idiot tries to fix a set of stairs with thatch?"

She rubbed at her ankle with both hands, wincing a little as she did so. It was probably just a sprain. Still made her regret solving their bandit problem though, especially for as cheap as she had. Then again, after her foot had gone through the stairs to their 'great' house on the way to their celebration, she hadn't been particularly inclined to stick around and drive a hard bargain.

In truth though, it was a relief to have such a good reason to leave town in hurry. Carousing like that wasn't her strong suit anymore. It seemed like almost every day her tongue was longer and thicker, and so she'd settled into a reputation of the strong, silent mercenary who spoke only when absolutely necessary. Not that she was particularly inclined to be chatty in any case. Even if her tongue didn't sell her out physically, if she let herself get drunk around people there'd be no telling what exactly she'd come out with, when the thoughts and ideas she normally kept private were allowed to bubble to the surface. And that was not even counting someone noticing the odd, moving bulge in her trousers.

It had been, what, weeks? It was hard to put a date on it exactly, but it had definitely been some time since her cock had last withdrawn itself entirely. Now it barely even bothered to sit still, instead indulging in a constant, slick writhing within her clothes, teasing her more and more incessantly until she eventually took care of it. The distraction of that was probably the reason why she'd stumbled so heavily on that damn staircase in the first place, given that she'd been allowing herself to drift off into the sensation of it just before her ankle went sideways.

With a great, slow exhalation she peeled her clothes aside, allowing her shining green cock to stretch up into the air in front of her. "I hope you realise this is all your fault", she said ruefully, before it leaned over to her waiting hand, the tip curling around her finger and pulling her fist closed around itself.

"Mhmm, I thought you'd say that", Chiss said with a laugh. "But I can't deny that you raise a good point..."

It was always so easy, settling in with long, slow strokes. Letting her shoulders slide back against the grass, her fingers sinking ever so slightly into the soft slickness of her cock. Already she could feel the slime pouring down her wrist, dripping down her thighs as her pussy started to stretch. The towns and their problems might be inconvenient, but it was always worth it just to get to the moments like this, when time melted away and she could just relax into an endless, wonderful bliss.

Her body was well trained by now. The first of the slimes pressed out of her with little more than a satisfied shudder, trailing down the inside of her thigh as it made its way down towards the soft ground. Even before it touched the grass Chiss was already preparing for the next one, her hand drawing a fresh load of slickness from her cock to better coat the area. But then all of a sudden there was a sensation she wasn't expecting, and reflexively, everything stopped.

The slime had been heading towards the bushes, off to do whatever it was exactly they all did once they were let loose, but its path to get there had taken it over her injured foot. As it slithered across her body, the cold of it seeped into her sprained ankle, and the dull pain loitering at the edge of her awareness was suddenly silenced. That change was what had caused Chiss to stop what she was doing, but she belatedly realised that the soothing feeling had never actually gone away. As soon as she stopped moving the slime had also frozen in place, sitting patiently right at the centre of her ankle and turning its little black eyes up to look at her.

Chiss was, it was fair to say, confused. "H... hello?", she asked tentatively, abandoning her previous efforts as she bent forwards towards the slime on her foot. "Can you understand me somehow?"

Beyond a slow blink, the slime didn't respond. But it also didn't move. Instead of heading off immediately like they always did, it just stayed right where it was. It was staring at her too, almost as though it was waiting for an order.

"Um, sit?", she tried.

It moved. Chiss thought it was just going to drip off her foot and slide to the ground, but a moment later her eyes widened as something else happened. It did move downwards, but instead of going around her body it somehow went into it, sinking smoothly through her skin in one simple motion. In an instant the pain of her ankle went from soothed to just gone, and then it was as though that same feeling of relaxation somehow kept going. Chiss wasn't even sure she'd have been able to describe it, because when it started a shudder ran up through her spine and forced her eyes closed, and by the time it had reverberated back down her body and her eyes had reopened, whatever it was that was happening had happened.

Her foot was changed. From about the top of her ankle to the tip of her toes there was only the same slick, green substance that made up the slimes, but now in the exact same shape as her foot. Actually, no, now that she really looked at it, her toes weren't entirely separate. They were just ridges, giving the appearance of separation, while all still being a part of the same mass.

More surprised than worried, Chiss tried wiggling her toes. The tip of her foot parted smoothly, each of her toes separating themselves from each other at her prompting, with only thin strands of green slime connecting them as they obediently waggled before her. Then, as soon as she stopped, they merged cleanly back together.

There was, she had to note, absolutely no pain. Even the sprain she'd had before remained gone completely. But of course, that made sense, didn't it? How could you sprain slime?

The thought made her laugh out loud, more in recognition of the general absurdity of her situation than from any actual joke. But, sure. She'd been making new slimes for a while now, for reasons she still had no from grasp of. So what if she could apparently command those new slimes, and merge them with her own body if she chose? What more unreason could that add to her overall situation? She was not at risk after all - if anything, her ability to walk off an injury had just considerably improved. And besides, she thought to herself, looking down at her cock as her fingers tightened around it once again, she already knew well the benefits of having the slime reform one part of her anatomy. Maybe this was just another opportunity, one more series of problems she could solve.

Reflexively her hand swept downwards, her thick tongue lathering the inside of her mouth as her temporarily held-off lust returned with a vengeance. She grabbed at her cock, slickness pouring through her fist in an unending stream, her chest quickly devolving into a slimy mess at her insatiable output. She began to feel a familiar tug at her pussy, her other hand moving swiftly down to meet it, rubbing over her goo-slick lips as a second slime made its way out of her body. But this time, instead of letting it fall absently to the ground, she encouraged it up into her hand, stroking her fingers across its surface as it moved like wine pouring uphill.

She didn't need words. It was the same as how she'd wiggled her toes, she just thought of the action she wanted to be taken, even if she wasn't entirely sure how it would pan out. The slime moved silently into her palm, and then, with that same sensation of blissful relaxation, sunk down into her skin. This time she saw the change, watching as the slickness of the slime spread seamlessly out over her hand, the colouration and texture of her flesh wiped easily aside. And then it was complete, and her left hand from her wrist to the tips of her fingers had been reformed as soft green goo. Apart from the colour, and the fact that when she held it up to the sky she could vaguely see through it, it looked just like her hand always had. But... perhaps she didn't have to settle for that.

Chiss made a decision. She gave one quick nod, her eyes closed to reinforce the motion, and then when she opened then again she watched as her body obeyed her silent request. Her fingers began to merge together seamlessly, going beyond even the false separation of her toes to form become completely smooth. That then spread outwards, thickness traded rapidly for length, until finally the slime stretched almost a foot out from where her hand had been, the tip of the green goo curling dexterously back in on itself in anticipation.

It was, for all intents and purposes, a tentacle; sitting quite happily at the end of her still-human wrist and reaching all the way down to her knee. She lifted it back up to her face for one last approving inspection, until, with a slick-lipped smile, sent it down to her crotch, plunging it eagerly into her waiting pussy.

Her mouth fell open. Her cock writhed with pleasure in her fist, but now it had competition, the tentacle proving a delicious combination of soft and hard as it stretched and pressed inside her. It felt as though something had been unlocked, some new mystery unravelled, and her body responded to this revelation with wave after wave of blissful orgasm. She was already lying flat on her back by now, the endless slickness from her cock coating her from chest to neck, but now this new technique provoked a flood of slimes to pour from her pussy, washing down her tentacle and climbing up her wrist under their own direction.

Or maybe it was under her direction, because as she came her mind kept coming up with new options, new things she could do and new ways she could experiment, and every new idea was some exciting new depravity that she could eagerly lean into. A pair of slimes fell heavily onto her chest, sinking into her breasts and making them both large, dripping and heavy. Two more slimes curled down towards her cock, building it upwards and outwards, making it even more prominent and demanding, while at the same time the volume of slickness it produced increased even further. Her whole body jerked and shuddered as more and more slimes swarmed over her, each idea going through the same cycle of exciting conception to seamless execution, before finally standing as a dare to go yet further, while every new change made her cum harder and harder as she willed herself through more exotic changes. She began to lose focus, riding the line between overwhelming bliss and outright unconsciousness, until one last slime swept up over her face and pressed into her mouth, reshaping her tongue to be so long and sensitive that its every movement brushed deliciously against her slick lips, sending yet more thick fluid of its own dripping down her chin. With that one last climactic note she slumped backwards, her whole body relaxing as she sunk into the soft grass beneath her.

That was good, she thought hazily as she drifted off to sleep. She couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

Part Three

Blacksmiths didn't have to deal with this sort of shit. They dealt with practical problems. Things like, "where did I put my hammer?", or, at worst, "why won't this damn ore melt?". But Quinn had wanted a life of adventure, somewhere she could put her smith-forged muscles to a more profitable use, and that had led her straight into the path of an outright damned mystery.

Sure, mysteries were good for business. They were certainly a step up from the sort of problems she'd started out on, ones like ""could you clear all the slimes out of the feed troughs on my farm?", or "that goopy thing just stole my boot, could you get it back?". But then those led to mysteries, namely, "just where the hell did all these slimes come from anyway?", and that was where the adventuring life got you. Mysteries didn't have a practical solution. You couldn't just hit that question with a hammer and consider it solved - at least, not in a way people considered satisfying enough to earn some coin. No, you had to hunt down a mystery, sniffing its trail through village after village, desperately trying to piece together some sort of sense from a dozen different idiot's opinions. It was all Quinn could do to avoid putting her fist in the face of the latest yokel to spout his pet theory about the slimes. Gods how that made her miss her forge.

As much as she hated to admit it though, this mystery had a hold on her now. It mightn't have been as straightforward as forging a sword, but there was a weird pull to the way every town had some small new part to add to the tale, even when they didn't seem to add up. One place thought maybe a bugbear had been eating them, because they started showing up right after it was killed. Another thought maybe some bandits had been keeping them at bay, presumably because they messed with highwaymen just as readily as they did everyone else. One old man had sat her down and told her about how it just went to show that the old local lord had been just a tyrant after all, because there hadn't been any slimes under his watch, now had there?

They were all local problems, but the mystery didn't come to light until you started to put them all together. Most people never travelled much outside their own little village, so they only saw those two things - first there was whatever the first bad thing was, and then when that went away, the slimes moved in. So most folks just shrugged, figuring that 'infested with slimes' must be the way of things, and it was only when bigger problems moved in that that was overruled. But Quinn was travelling, and the mystery had sunk its teeth into her deep.

It took four villages of asking before someone even mentioned the mercenary. It was a weird sort of embarrassment - no one ever tried to pretend they grew all their own crops, made all their own clothes and only used tools they'd forged themselves, and yet the idea that they needed someone highly skilled at fighting to fight for them seemed a step too far. Or maybe it was just the fact that they'd paid this other woman considerably more than they wanted to pay Quinn, and thought that if she knew what the going rate was she'd ask for more. Somewhere between "fragile ego" and "shrewd business sense", she guessed, which sure seemed to sum up pretty much everything in her new line of work.

But all that aside, that was the key to it. Whatever the local problem was, it was always this same woman who had solved it, and then within a few days of her leaving the slimes would appear. When she first figured that out Quinn thought it was some great racket - establish yourself as a trustworthy problem solver, then prime the town with a simple problem to solve, and keep making money. Except she never came back. She moved in one direction, forwards, never returning to make good on how she'd set herself up. So if she had been establishing a racket by summoning a bunch of slimes to plague the towns she passed through, she was doing a pretty piss-poor job of making money on it.

It didn't make sense, and her confusion was only increased by the fact that the more places Quinn went through, the less it felt like she knew who this mercenary was. She'd started out getting answers like, "You mean Chiss? She's good, hell of a drinking buddy. I think I still owe her for my last ale", but over time it had become, "Chiss, was it? Yeah, that's right. She got the job done no mistake, but she sure didn't stick around." Finally those few that spoke with her could only answer along the lines of, "oh, the mercenary woman? Didn't catch her name. Kinda weirded me out, if I'm being truthful. I got the impression she was glad to move on, and I was happy to let her do it."

Then, suddenly, nothing. One town there was a story of the mercenary who fought the bandits and put her foot through some stairs, and then the next town over, no one had heard of her. And neither town had ever seen a slime, which was the weirdest damn thing. Quinn searched around, trying to see if there was some other nearby town she'd gone to rather than following this same simple path, but again, nothing. It was like Chiss had just vanished, taking her travelling carnival of slimes with her.

Quinn wound up camping outside the last town Chiss had been seen in, working over the mystery like she was pounding metal in her head. She had to have all of the pieces, because there weren't any more. No matter what she tried though, nothing seemed to fit. If Chiss had been responsible for the slimes, why didn't she come back to any of the towns to make more money? But if she wasn't responsible, why did they stop when she disappeared? And just where the hell did she go anyway? Surely no one who could just run right through a bugbear's den like they said she had had much to fear from anything living along these sleepy roads.

None of it made sense, and it put her in a bad mood as she finished off the last of her salted meat and grumpily settled into her bedroll. That was the last of what she'd bought with the money she'd pulled together by taking care of those slimes along the way, so if she wanted to keep at it, she'd have to split her time between looking for Chiss and hunting for food. So, no. She'd told herself that if she ever got to this point and she didn't have an answer, she'd let it go. It stung, but sometimes you just had to set things aside, and get on with the practical business of living. Maybe someday she'd hear the rest of it from someone else, the tale of Chiss the Slime-caller, and she'd at least have an answer. That thought didn't sit right, but it sat better than starving to death in the wilderness because she couldn't let it go.

Her sleep, when it came, was uneasy. Almost immediately her dreams were caught on that same mystery, only now she could feel it all physically slipping away from her. It was as though she was being swept along in a river, flat on her back while a sky full of unanswered questions rushed over her. She was untethered, drifting helplessly through it all, pulled along behind what could only be the shadowy form of Chiss herself, forever sinking further and further into the distance. Until eventually she lost sight of her entirely, and the darkness closed in from all sides.

Quinn woke with a start, tumbling right out of her bedroll. It was still too dark to see, and she mumbled a curse to herself as she levered her face off the floor. She must been thrashing so much in her sleep that she'd rolled off the soft grass she'd bedded down on, and it was just her luck to find the one patch of stony ground to bash her face into.

"Good, you're awake."

Her hands pushed against the ground before her mind even registered what the voice had actually said, sending Quinn scrambling onto her knees as she fumbled around in the darkness for her weapon. "Who's there?"

From somewhere a few feet in front of her, there was a soft laugh. Just like the voice that had spoken before, it sounded... different. It was thick somehow, and slightly slurred, as though each word was dripping wet before it even left the mouth that spoke them. If the ocean had a voice, it might sound like this one. "Oh, yes", it continued, "the darkness. Let me help you with that."

Suddenly, there was light. Quinn had to shield her eyes as a startlingly bright glow flashed up all around her, and through the cracks between her fingers she slowly realised that she wasn't in her camp. She was in a cave, the walls of which were covered with softly quivering slimes, about every fourth one of which was shining with an inner light.

"Is that better?"

When the voice spoke again, Quinn couldn't help but look towards it, her hands falling to her sides as she finally saw who she was talking with.

Standing in front of her was a woman, but only as much as molten metal in a mould was a sword. She was roughly the same shape as a woman, but most women that Quinn knew were not made of green goo, and they certainly weren't something like nine feet tall. Looking down, Quinn realised that most of that height was due to the fact that instead of legs she had a long, thick tail, extending out from below her waist as she reared up in front of her, with the tip of it trailing quite some distance behind her. Above that her body was mostly human shaped, albeit a human with some pretty hefty proportions, and the same colour and consistency as all of the little slime creatures that lined the walls around her.

She was also extremely naked. Whether she could wear clothes even if she wanted to was an open question, or if they'd have just sunk into her goopy mass if she tried, but the fact remained that her nakedness was very much on display, and that led to the last, most pressing thing that was different about her. In Quinn's experience, it was rare for any human to have a foot-long, gooey cock, especially one that was swaying and curling around itself in obvious anticipation, the tip of it dripping with thick, eager fluid. Below that was what had to be her pussy, a long slit running vertically down from her waist, and even as she watched it began to stretch open, and in moments a fresh new slime creature had fallen to the floor.

All at once, the mystery had been solved. This was Chiss, somehow, and it explained every question Quinn had had. That said, this solution had left her with even more pressing questions to answer. At the back of her mind were ones like "how did this happen?" and "how was she controlling and creating the slimes?", but it was a practical question that really captured her immediate attention:

What happens now?

Fighting didn't feel like it was a viable option. Even if the slimes had been good enough to take her hammer along when they'd stolen her away in the middle of the night (and that was another small mystery answered, explaining the bizarre dream), from all she'd heard Chiss was an unbeatable warrior, and she certainly didn't seem like she'd be any less intimidating to face now. Besides, she'd started talking first. If her reputation from the previous few villages was any guide, that was a change.

It was hardly the biggest change she'd clearly gone through recently, but it gave her something to work with, at least.

Quinn decided to try for an honest opening. Clearing her throat, she looked up at Chiss' impassive face and said with as much confidence as she could manage, "I've been looking for you, you know."

There was a pause before she got a response. Chiss licked her lips slowly, and from the way her jaw moved it seemed like she had to readjust her mouth carefully to ready herself for speech. "Yes, you have."

"I, uh, didn't know that I was looking for you at first."

This time the answer was quick. "Neither did I."

The air was warm. Quinn found herself sweating, wiping her hand over her brow before she went any further. Things were far too tense for comfort, so she decided to try and cut through it. Squaring her jaw, she looked Chiss right in her shining black eyes.

"Why did you take me here?"

Despite her attempt at confrontation, Chiss didn't react. "You stopped looking", she said simply.

Quinn blinked. "Are you... flirting with me?", she stammered.

This, finally, got a reaction, a smile spreading slowly over Chiss' face. "I've never been pursued before. It is an interesting sensation."

She moved, her body whipping forward as she closed the distance between them, finishing close enough that Quinn could feel the moisture in the air as she spoke.

"And not one that I wanted to end so soon."

Bending backwards involuntarily, Quinn struggled to put together a response. "You... want me to keep pursuing you?"

"Oh no", Chiss answered. She licked her lips once again, and Quinn could see a slight tremble run through her body as her tongue swept back and forth in her mouth. "The chase is over. Now I want to show you what happens now that you've caught me."

Suddenly there was pressure on the small of her back. Quinn had just enough time to realise that Chiss must have curved her tail up behind her before she was knocked off balance, falling forwards into her arms. Even as Quinn landed with a dull splat against her slick body, Chiss kept talking, her tone as distant and unconcerned as though having another woman's face pressing into the bottom of her breasts was the most natural thing in the world.

"You know, I can't say for sure whether I'm learning things or remembering things. It feels like both at once. Like remembering something from a dream."

Her hand ran down the base of Quinn's spine, and then in an instant there was a change of sensation, the feeling of separate fingers sliding over her rear fading as they collected together into a single strand of slime. Then, before she could do anything more than gasp, the length of it curled inwards, easily pulling aside her loose sleeping clothes and pressing into her pussy.

"Things just started to make sense. The slimes aren't monsters to fight, or deadly creatures to be defeated. They're not really even creatures at all."

Her other hand rose upwards, cradling the back of Quinn's head as she drifted backwards, caught up completely in her embrace.

"But they are a part of something", she continued. "They're a part of me now. Not when I left them behind, of course. Then they're no more than a strand of hair from your head, to be cleaned up by whoever needs the work. But together..."

She pulled, not hard enough to hurt, but enough that Quinn tilted her head backwards in response, her wide eyes meeting Chiss' own.

"Together, you can really feel it."

As suddenly as she had moved in, Chiss withdrew, her torso snaking backwards as Quinn struggled to stand without her tail propping her up. That would have been less of a problem if not for the fact that the one part of her that didn't withdraw was the slender tendril of goo still working its way in and out of Quinn's slit, with just the right mixture of patience and enthusiasm to make her weak at the knees.

For as much as that was overwhelming Quinn though, for Chiss that seemed to be almost an afterthought. Her attention was much more focussed on her own body, her free hand wrapping around her slimy cock. Soon it was pumping up and down eagerly, pulses of thick fluid starting pour down her front, while at the same time her tongue began to press out through her lips. Seeing those two things together slowly made Quinn aware of their similarity, both her cock and her tongue were long, slick tubes of bright green goo, and while her cock was certainly larger, thicker and rounder, her tongue seemed to provide no less pleasure, and produce almost as much slickness, so that it was soon dripping freely from her chin and onto her breasts.

And below all that, Quinn could see Chiss' pussy stretch wide again and again as slimes slid out of her. Even her tail seemed to be a part of the process, she now noticed, the tip of it bulging and dripping as yet more slimes squeezed their way through ceaselessly.

"There's so much", Chiss slurred, her tongue reluctantly retreating enough to allow her to speak. "It feels so good to spread and grow. Here, let me show you..."

She looked down at Quinn, the tendril in her pussy pressing home firmly as a torrent of slickness flooded out of it, deep inside her. And then that slickness... moved, swimming upwards somehow, building and surging and growing as Quinn could only bite her lip and ride the sensation, feeling her body settle obediently into the shape Chiss was pouring her into. There was one last moment of pressure, then with a gasp she fell backwards to the floor, Chiss reforming her hand as she pulled it back towards herself. But even though it was gone Quinn felt a slickness lying against her chest, and as her eyes rolled slowly downwards she saw it. A glistening green cock of her own, writhing slightly in a pool of its own slime, sticking heavily to her naked skin.

Chiss sighed happily as Quinn's hand closed around her shaft, watching with approval as her movements quickened, her teeth gritted as she leaned back against the ground.

"That's it", she all but purred. "Enjoy yourself. You have all the answers you need now, and such an enjoyable new path to walk..."