Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 54
Chapter 54 – content: >!monster girl, multiple castrations, eating testicles, surgery, chastity, penis shrinking!<
[*A guide to the world of Bythos!*](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)
She huffed, tired from the long climb, her breath producing two iridescent, little bubbles. To emphasize her fatigue, she wiped her brow and shook her arm. Most of the limb and her head hit the floor before rejoining her. Having an arm was so fun!
She was glad the bright-soft-moss tall one had taught her. A hand could do so much, like wave or pretend to wipe away sweat or make the squishy-round lumps dance. She giggled and gurgled when she remembered how the furry-smoke-curious tall one had congratulated her when she made them dance. And then the bright-soft-moss tall one had showed her how to play hide-and-seek as well!
At first, she didn’t get it, but when the other tall ones came, she understood. Sneaking up on one of them, she showed them how to make the squishy-round lumps dance as well. That time it had been so much harder because the lumps were so much smaller! But she had made them dance all the same and the tall ones were really happy about it, making all sorts of noises and moving around so much. She was laughing so hard, she went to hide again immediately, but that time the tall ones didn’t come to search for her. Of course, they didn’t, she had hidden right in front of their faces – she could be so dumb-dumb sometimes. Still, it had been a lot of fun. Hopefully, wherever she was going, she would find more tall ones to make lumps dance with.
Although she was still a bit sad that she was so overwhelmed by her new friends and the wonderful things they showed her, she hadn’t even played with the bulging-nervous-friendly tall one, despite him looking exactly like mama had said he looked like. She really wished she could have played with his long-wobbly-spurtstick like mama had done to make the tasty liquid come out.
Her hand slapped against the side of her face and she huffed again. She was a big girl now! Big girls didn’t cry about the spurtsticks they didn’t get to climb inside, they charged fearlessly ahead and kept climbing! She willed her scattered eyes, nose and mouth to reconvene on her face, popped the glob of sticky white mush she had saved until now in her mouth and kept going.
Thank the waters there had been so many yummy squishy-round-white lying around. Each time she ate one, it felt like she was becoming light and fast, like mama was pushing on her back to help her. At first, she didn’t dare go into the dark place, the tall ones had made so much noise there. But after waiting so long without any more noise coming from the dark place – she had waited at least two sleeps! – curiosity overcame her. Oh, how she had marvelled at the dark-blue-orange forest hidden in the dark place! And scattered everywhere were these squishy-round-white lumps. Although, some weren’t round at all any more, but broken and cracked and leaking white globs. But how yummy they were.
“Hmmm!” she hummed as the mush dissolved inside her.
How long had she spent just eating the yummy lumps off the ground? She didn’t remember, but it felt so long that she should have had at least one sleep, but she didn’t. Instead, she kept eating, never growing tired, only stopping when a mighty burp bubbled up from her core. Something told her mama would have scolded for that. She hid her face in shame for only a moment, then she marvelled that she had turned almost white!
It hadn’t lasted, she was mostly back to her usual blue now, but a few streaks of white still coursed through her.
But wondering what had happened stopped her eating frenzy and looking around, she noticed that a bright hole had appeared above the dark-blue-orange forest. Feeling adventurous, and maybe wanting to prove that she was a big girl with a big hand and two big jiggle-bags on her chest that didn’t burp from eating too many lumps, she had started climbing, up and up towards the strange light.
That wasn’t where she was currently climbing to, oh no, she had left *that* climb long behind her. But when she reached the hole, it had been bright and there were no stones above her any more! That was scary, even for a big girl, and so she had hidden in the next best thing she could find. It was round and made of wood, but unlike the round-wood down in her home, this one wasn’t cracked open at the top. That had made her feel safe and she decided to rest for a bit. After all, she had just been very scared despite having a hand and jiggle-bags and she needed to think about that for a bit.
In the end, she decided that being scared was okay for a big girl as long as she didn’t let it be the thing that defined her. She would much rather be known for making squishy-round lumps dance with her hand than for being scared.
But just as she had come to this conclusion, the round-wood she was hiding in started moving. Outside, some tall ones had grabbed it and were carrying it somewhere. Maybe she would stay hidden just a bit longer. Work up to it, as it were.
When they put her down and the voices of the tall ones were long gone, she pressed a limb through a crack in the wood and surveyed the outside. All was dark and quiet, just the way she liked it.
It wasn’t her home, there was less water on the floor, and everything was filled with round-wood and square-wood, but there were stones above her, so that was good. Something glinted in the dark.
Curious, she went over to it. Rows upon rows of… glinting-transparent-beautiful stood above her, filled with darkness. She cooed in awe. They were so beautiful! She needed to have them.
Climbing up, she reached eagerly for one of the beautifuls, but it was much smoother than she had expected. It slipped from her blue hand, rolled off the edge and smashed on the ground with a loud clinking and clattering.
Her eyes gleamed with joy. She didn’t know they would sound so lovely! Laughing, she started throwing the transparent beautifuls on the ground, or grabbed them and smashed them on the wall next to her. [So tremendous was her joy that she didn’t even hear the door open.](https://imgur.com/a/abAl9Ew) But she heard the tall one make loud noises at her.
“Hey, what the hell is going on here? How the fuck did a slime get in here?”
The tall one scooped her up and held her in front of his face. Why was he holding her so high up? That was mean of him!
She puffed up her cheeks. “Gwoo!” There, that should tell him exactly what she thought of that.
But instead of putting her down so she could make his squishy-round lumps dance, he turned and started walking out of the room! How very rude of him! But it was okay, she decided. Unaware that there were still some bits stuck in her body from when she smashed all those beautifuls, she stretched an arm out of her foot, down and down and even further than that, until it was long enough to reach his lumps.
“Bwo!” she said and smacked her arm into the lumps.
He let her go immediately, which made her feel funny from the fall, then she hit the floor. And the tall one did as well, joining her on the floor, making a lot of noise.
“MY BALLS! FUCK, MY FUCKING BALLS!”
She laughed but when she heard another tall one run towards them, she decided to go hide in another hole. She didn’t want to be picked up again.
A second and third tall one arrived and stood over the first one. One of them had jiggle-bags on her chests, she noted. “Conrad? What’s going on, what happened?”
“I GOT STABBED IN THE BALLS, WHAT’S IT LOOK LIKE THAT HAPPENED?”
“Pffhahaha, I always told you to watch where you put your dagger,” a female voice said.
“Stabbed in the- what? Who did this?” a man said.
“A FUCKING SLIME, FUCK, WHO CARES, JUST HELP ME!”
“I- I’m not touching you down there man, l- Goddess, that’s a lot of blood…”
The woman laughed some more before she managed to control herself. “You got your nuts slashed by a slime? Did you try to fuck her? Wow, men are dumb…” She chuckled, then said more resolutely, “alright, show me. Oooh, it’s deep in there. Reminds me of the time I made a bet with this drunk guy in the tavern, said he couldn’t juggle his daggers sitting down, well, he dropped one of them and it went right through his left-”
“ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING HELP ME OR NOT?”
“Alright, alright. I’ll pull out the shard, just bite down on something. Alright, on three. One. Two!”
“AAAH!”
“Oh, oops. Didn’t mean to pull down, sorry. Wow, I didn’t know balls could leak their insides like that, it’s like their insides are just pouring out…”
That was the last she heard as she had started climbing a little vent her hole led to. Squished down by the tight confines around her, she barely had space to form an arm, at least, not if she wanted to keep her face looking in front of her.
Up and up she went, steadily climbing while thinking a bit about what she had heard. Didn’t one of the tall ones call the other by his name? That’s what it felt like, at least. She had received a name as well, she recalled. What was it again…? The bright-soft-moss tall one had told it to her… Eri! That was it, her name was Eri!
Bubbling and frothing happily that she had remembered her name, Eri climbed with renewed vigour, but soon the vent levelled out and instead of climbing, she was sliding forward instead of up. The vent shrank tighter here, not unlike the dusty crevices of her home far below. What a strange home this was. Would there be other slimes here?
The vent was long and boring and she saw nothing except a little furry-squeaky-skitter, but she was familiar with them from her own home already. And so, Eri passed the time by repeating her own name back to herself so she wouldn’t forget again.
*Eri... Eri… E-E-Eri!* her mind burbled and drizzled in a slow rhythm that the cold stones injected into her. She stopped. Rhythm? Where had that come from? She stretched a small tentacle out in front of her and watched it intently.
*Jiggle. Jiggle. J-J-Jiggle.* There was no doubt, something was making the stones and by extension Eri shake. But shouldn’t she be able to hear that, if she was wiggling and shaking to it? Right, ears! She had reabsorbed the funny looking holes back into her body when she squished into the vent. Quickly forming another set of ears, she followed the clapping sounds until she came to a stone with oblique slats, from which the warm glow of a fire emanated. Beyond it were multiple tall ones, playing some sort of game together.
“I truly hope you appreciate that I am personally disciplining these worthless Calvinian balls, prince Filippo!” Eri quietly ooh’d, this dazzling-elegant-pompous tall one was so pretty! Every time she swung the stick in her hand, she glittered and glimmered like rippling water in torchlight.
“MMMF!” Eri gasped, she hadn’t even noticed the second tall one, the woman was just that stunning. But to be fair, he was also lying on something, his hands were bound to his feet and his mouth was stuffed, he wasn’t very noticeable, especially because unlike her flashy dress, he hadn’t put anything on. That felt rude to Eri until she noticed that because of that, she could clearly see his squishy-round-lumps and that cheered her up.
From some corner not in Eri’s field of view, a servile-repressed tall one stepped up to the bound man. One of her lower limbs flung forward, making the tall one’s lumps bounce wildly. “How dare you complain to the queen, you insignificant worm!”
“Now, now, no need to lash out, girl,” the dazzling woman said. “I have almost a year to make my fiancé docile and compliant, isn’t that right, dear?” She gently caressed his cheek. “Plenty of time to whip you into shape.” She walked back around until she was between his legs again and pressed the tip of her cane against the abused nuts, making him whimper. “Plenty of time to whip *these* into shape. Oh, don’t whine, prince, it is unbecoming of royalty. You know, there is a saying among Cillian nobility. ‘A good king proffers his testicles on a silver platter to his queen. A great one to his people.’ Methinks you haven’t proffered these gonads to anyone. An awed maid perhaps who would not dare do anything with them but suck on them, or a shy debutante who does not yet know how to properly handle a man’s weaknesses. A lesson in how to serve the people is in order.”
She turned to the maid next to her. “Gather all the maids and noblewomen in the castle that are not currently engaged with tasks that aren’t to be delayed. We shall have a little parade of Cillian feet for the prince’s balls.”
“A wonderful idea, my queen! I will go at once!”
“And bring some wine! It’s not a proper testicle squashing parade without wine.” Her cane flicked upwards, pressing his shaft against his stomach. “And with regard to that cock you’re so proud of?”
He shifted from horror to earnest curiosity at the mention of his penis, hoping to hear what she had to say about his most prized piece of him. “It’s really not much. Believe me, I had bigger. *Much* bigger. But yours is still a bit too big for my tastes. We don’t want someone to confuse you for a man, after all! Once we have fashioned a new cage out of moonsilver, it will be locked away for a whole year. A year in moonsilver, I wonder how much of that turgid sausage will be left after that, don’t you?” He began protesting again, straining against his fetters. “Hahaha, I will make a proper Cillian king out of you yet! Fat, swollen balls and a cock so small, you won’t even be able to fit a hand around it any more! I look forward to teaching you how to pet your clit like a girl!”
With that, the dazzling tall one made the lumps dance again, laughing all the while until her stick broke in two. Eri decided she had seen enough and turned, woggling further down the tight vent. Clearly, these tall ones already knew about the dancing lumps, there was nothing new she could show them to become friends with them.
“Onwards,” she gurgled to herself, “to make new friends!”
On the way through this strange place, she passed several more rooms. Most were dark and lifeless and not very interesting, but maybe she could come back to them when she wanted to sleep. The vent she followed even split at some point, heading in different directions and Eri decided to go left for no reason at all. She was rewarded for her choice when she soon heard more voices.
“I will make the first cut now, sir William.”
“NO! Take that knife away from my nuts, you damnable whore!”
Eri was looking down at the scene from the ceiling. Another tall one, an angry-sinking-dark one, Eri decided, was strapped to some sort of chair. Between his legs was a female tall one, and after some pondering, Eri settled on calculating-overbearing-pale. [A bright-red sash was wound around her waist and a small length of steel glinted in her hand.](https://imgur.com/a/VMOpVbB)
“Your *nut*, William. You’ve been told multiple times it is worth neither time nor effort to try and stitch a scrambled egg back together. And in your own interest, I advise against insulting the woman with a knife and full access to your pitiful genitals,” she said.
“You- you wouldn’t dare! I’m a knight!”
She raised an eyebrow. “So? You know what happens to boys in the employ of the Sophian church. How many men from all walks of life do you think I have cut or crushed between my fingers before I became a paladin? There have been plenty of noble testicles I popped in my life. A third son to a baroness… an unwanted bastard… their balls are just as fragile as a peasant’s. They pop just like a peasant’s. And I didn’t stop once I became a paladin. Do you know what quest I was issued to prove myself to the Valesian order? I hunted and subdued a wild minotaur. For two months I tracked him through the wilderness. When I finally caught him, I roasted his gonads over a fire and ate them. It was the best meal of my life.”
“You- but we’re on the same side! We both serve the infernal countess!”
“And lady Raum is the only reason I haven’t already cut off this glorified powder puff you call a scrotum and stuffed it down your throat for your failure. Now be quiet and stop freaking out before I’ve even made an incision into your bloated sack. Draining it will be the pleasant part. The swollen remaining nut and the mush swimming in your sack is pressing on your splattered ball. Cutting out the half of your manhood that lost against the foot of some girl playing at knight and cauterizing the tube from which it hung, *that* will make you scream.”
He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Just be… gentle with me, prioress.”
That made her smile, and what a smile it was. The prioress was all teeth. “The big bad knight, reduced to a frightened little boy by the scary lady with the knife. Once I get my hands on those little marbles, you men are all the same.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Oh, don’t be like that. Want me to suck your pee-pee a little while I operate to make it feel better?”
“You would do that?”
“No.” With a sound like wet paper tearing, she sliced into his nutsack. His screams were loud but not loud enough to drown out the prioress’s voice. “You’re going to have to call for one of the maids if you want someone to lick that stinky old thing. You’d better be careful, though, I heard more than one maid has proven to be a bit *bitey* whenever a noble ordered them to suck cock. And Bruna has sided with her maids’ claims of innocence every time.”
Eri was ecstatic. The dark tall one was almost as splishy-splashy as she was! A thick soup of pinkish stuff poured from the lumps the other tall one was sticking her shiny little stick into. It looked kind of yummy, but Eri did her best to not just waltz in and start trying the splishy-splashy. The tall ones might not appreciate Eri having an early dinner while they were still playing together.
“There we go, get all that testicle mush out of your sack. Now, let’s see what we’re working with… Hm. Well, good news!”
“Can you still save it?” he asked hopefully.
“No, oh Goddess no!” she answered and laughed. “Most of what was once your testicle is now on the floor. But I can see that this gamine wench must have worked your balls over quite a lot before she finally popped it. It splintered apart rather than disintegrating completely. There is still a chunk of nutmeat attached to your epididymis.”
“How are that good news?”
“It means I get to punish you a bit by squishing that chunk of nut.” She shrugged when he protested. “I never said they were good news for you.”
“Untie me this instant, you deranged whore!”
“Time to finish someone else’s leftovers.” She stuck her fingers inside his scrotum, digging around until she found the remains of his right testicle. Her fingers poked and prodded at the sore and inflamed ballmeat. He was howling and shrieking but powerless to stop her. With a series of sickening crackles and pops, she crushed the last bits of gonad.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He puked all over the floor in response. “Ugh, rather unrefined for the knight-captain. Surely you agree.” The prioress rang a little bell and within seconds, a maid appeared and bowed.
“A bucket of warm water and some clean towels, please. As you can see, the valiant sir William doesn’t take well to a little roughhousing with his man-parts.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Oh, and sir William mentioned something about wanting to get his penis rubbed and sucked?” The maid looked from her to the sliced open scrotum, the limp and bruised dick above it and from there back to the prioress. She made no attempt to hide her disgust. “I will still be occupied with cauterizing the scraps left of his manhood, but that shouldn’t stop you from giving the knight-captain what he wants. In fact, I think it would be good if you really gave your all in pleasuring him. Make his package really jostle and bounce while I work on it.”
Disgust yielded to amusement. “Of course, your grace. I will be right back.”
The tall one in the frilly skirt disappeared, and Eri thought about leaving herself, but something about the female tall one’s attitude made her pause. She had already learned that the lumps were full of yummy stuff, maybe there was more to learn?
“You are very fortunate to still have a ball left, you know? I’ve never left a boy with half of their manhood remaining. If I had the chance, it was double rupture or nothing, so what I will do now is new to me as well. It is a technique designed to help men keep their last babymaker and I’m sure you can already see why I never used it before. Why let them keep one if popping the second nut is so easy? But alas, a eunuch is not a viable fighter, we both know how meek men become once they’re nice and smooth between the legs.”
She lifted a needle she had already threaded so he could see it. Through a haze of pain, William saw that it was no ordinary needle. Its eye was much larger than any needle he had ever seen before, and threaded through it was not a thin thread but thick, coarse twine. “Boys who only have one egg in their nest have a tendency to self-castrate. Funny, isn’t it? If there ever was proof that the Goddesses wanted men to be castrated, it is this – without its sibling, your ball will have a tendency to twist around, choking itself out until it dies and withers away. To stop that, I will punch through your nut with this needle multiple times and then stitch it to your sack.”
His weak protestations were nothing more than pathetic mewling and the prioress was swiftly distracted by the maid returning with a bucket and some towels. She immediately got to cleaning the room and when that was done, expectantly looked at the shrivelled penis of the knight-captain. “Shall I start sucking then, your grace?”
“Please do, I was just about to perforate his remaining testicle. It would be best if you would keep his dick out of the way by keeping it in your mouth.”
“Are you sure, your grace? It looks rather wilted and small.”
“Even so, needs must. I have seen men spurt a load even while their testes were getting shredded by wild animals or ground to pulp against a whetstone. We cannot allow the knight-captain to infect his own sack with a desperate and ill-timed emission.”
With a nod, the maid sucked the desiccated penis into her mouth and let her tongue play with it, always keeping an eye on the hands of the prioress. She was pulling the remaining nut out of its sack until the whitish orb lay flat on her palm.
Readying the needle in her other hand, she lined the sharp implement up and stabbed forward. At the same time, the maid sucked particularly hard on the limp penis in her mouth, retracting the nut back towards its owner – but not far enough for the needle to miss.
William screamed, dragged out of the daze the nut-cracking had put him in.
“Oh my, it seems I have missed. Instead of perforating the testicle a little, I’ve speared it length-wise. Most unfortunate.” She pulled the needle from his nut with a wet sucking. “Let’s just try again.”
Twice more, she impaled the testicle in what she proclaimed to be a wrong manner before she was satisfied she had correctly stabbed the ball. “There we are, that looks good.”
“Please, stop… stop torturing me…” he pleaded.
“Torture? Don’t be so dramatic, knight-captain. This is merely to help you. Now I just pull the twine through your nutmeat… Feels interesting, doesn’t it? I made sure to choose the roughest, most coarse twine I could fine, something would really irritate your ball’s insides.”
“STOP FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS, STOP!” he screamed at the top of his voice.
“Aaand it’s all through! Now we just stitch that twine to your scrotum and the first of three sutures is done!”
“THE FIRST OF THREE?”
“Naturally. Just once would be much too insecure.”
Eri watched the three tall ones play with the lump with fascination. At some point, she realized that the white ovals she had gorged herself on back home must have been the discarded lumps of tall ones. She couldn’t figure out *why* someone would just discard them when they were so yummy, but she felt that was important information.
Eventually, the loud noises of the tall one with the lumps died down, reduced to much quieter sobs.
The maid huffed and let the limp cock pop out of her mouth. “This is frustrating. I cannot get him hard and I doubt he is anywhere close to cumming.”
“Want to know a little secret? You can make a boy spurt just by handling his balls. Have you ever seen one leak cum when they get their balls kicked or squeezed particularly hard?” The maid nodded. “They’re not having an orgasm, that’s for sure. It’s an involuntary discharge of babybatter because their nuts are in danger of being ruptured and made forever useless. Essentially, with enough force, you can squeeze the cum out of their sack. And since their dicks are never involved, it is entirely without pleasure for them. Watch this.”
The prioress roughly grabbed the nut she had just sewn to the sack and pinched the bottom between thumb and finger. “You start low to get a good grip on the nut. Jiggle your fingers around a bit, really loosen that seed. Then you move your fingers up, squeezing hard. That gets the juices in his testicle flowing.”
She did just that, squeezing so hard the oval noticeably deformed between her fingers. The knight-captain screamed his head off. “Then you do the same for the pink part on the top that looks like an acorn’s top. Start at the far end, push towards the nut cord. While you do that, squeeze his nut with your other hand. After a few seconds, he will be – oh! It’s starting, quickly girl, put your mouth on that shrunken dick!”
The first spurt from his cock came before she had her lips wrapped around it and hit the maid in the face. The rest of his cum however was dutifully caught on her tongue. The joyless ejaculation lasted but a few seconds and the maid lifted her head, opened her mouth to show the fruits of their labour, then swallowed noisily. “It actually worked… That was such a tiny load, though, is that normal with this method? Even the boys in the queen’s harem, whose dicks have wilted to less than my little finger shoot more cum than that.”
The prioress tutted. “Remember girl, he only has one nut left now! But yes, this method will yield smaller volumes than jerking off or blowing a man normally. The Goddess hasn’t made life so easy for us that we can just punt a man in the nuts and expect him to blow a load big enough to ensure pregnancy. Otherwise, I’m sure most women would have turned to more sapphic relationships long ago.” She looked at the catatonic knight-captain before her and his lone nut in her grasp. “Very well, that will be all. Now I just need to root around his sack with a hot poker and stitch it all back up and we’re done. Your help was appreciated.”
With a bow, the tall one in the frilly skirt went away, a spurt of white cream left on her face and Eri decided it was time for her to leave as well. This was an exciting combination of information! The lumps of the tall ones were filled with yummy stuff and she could make them spurt it out by fondling their lumps from the inside! And maybe their sticks above as well? The demonstration hadn’t been very clear on that and it was something Eri wanted to try out to see.
She just needed to make friends with another tall one so she could make him spurt. With renewed vigour, she crawled along her vent in search of a stick and some lumps no one was currently playing with.
The slime didn’t need to search for long. [Below her was a dark room in which a tall one had made his nest.](https://imgur.com/a/nkgDoID) He wasn’t as impressively tall as the one she had just seen, but she wasn’t going to hold that against him.
Dripping through the slats hewn in the stone, she dropped onto the nest of the soft-cute-friendly tall one.
After the hard stones of the vent, this nest was so soft and warm and… soft! Eri bubbled happily as she spread herself out over the silken sheets, uncaring if she ruined the fabric. She had no concept of luxury goods, only goop.
She formed a hand and carefully pulled down the thing that was covering the lumps in front of her. But apparently, she wasn’t careful enough and the tall one woke up.
“WHO IS- Oh, err… it’s that slime again?”
“Gwooh!” she greeted him. She knew this tall one! He was the soft-spoken tall one who had come to her home with the others, the one she had played hide and seek with!
“How did you… Do you remember me? I’m Kasper… Were you looking for me?”
“Bwubwll!”
“This might sound strange but… what you did to me… it felt kind of… nice.”
The tall one was blushing furiously and after a moment, he made some more noise. “It was painful of course, but… that was the first time anyone ever touched me… down there…” His hands, they were coming together and he twirled their fingers around. “Do you remember? When you… punched…?” He mimed a punch.
This tall one was so strange… but friendly! Did he want her to make his lumps dance again? Eri loved doing that! With a confident “Guuuh!” she slammed her fist into his little lumps.
“Ugh, yes! Damn…” he gasped and followed up with a quiet, “Yes, just like that…” His little stick sprang to life, growing just a little bit bigger and standing up. “Goddess, it hurts, but… it’s also exciting. When you hit me there, I feel like it’s the first time I’ve ever been acknowledged as a man… is that strange?”
“Gwoh?”
“Do you mind if… I mean, can you hit me some more while I… Uhm…” Instead of an explanation, he wrapped two fingers around his stick and started gently rubbing it.
That was it! The tall one was massaging his stick, soon he would hopefully spurt the yummy stuff!
“Wawuh,” she said and wrapped her hand around his stick. She mimicked the movement of his fingers and was soon rewarded with a moan.
“Do you want to please me yourself? Th-thank you… Ooh…” He sank back into his pillows, moaning. “But… don’t forget about…” He mimed another punch.
Eri froze. Of course, she couldn’t forget about making the lumps dance. But she only had one hand. How could she rub the stick and make the lumps dance at the same time?
She looked around in search of an answer and she was almost ready to give up before her eyes fell on her new friend again. He was small and soft, so different from the other tall ones Eri had seen. But he had something in common with them still – he had two arms!
With a groan of effort, she willed another limb to grow, another arm with which to grasp. It turned out smaller than her first arm, but it was enough. With a triumphant “Blluuh!” she slammed the new limb into her friend’s lumps.
He gasped and moaned and soon, he gave Eri the reward she had been seeking.
Piping hot white stuff erupted from his stick as she hit his lumps again. Eri opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch as much of the yummy white stuff as she could and when that ended, she put her mouth over the tip of his stick and greedily sucked out all the remaining white stuff. All the while, she was slamming a fist into his sack.
Holding her cheeks, she blissfully chewed the thick cream and swallowed noisily. He was still in a daze from his orgasm when she hit his lumps again, the ovals dancing in their sack.
The morning sun found them snuggled up together, Eri hugging the wrinkly little sack she had come to like so much during the two new friends' nocturnal tryst.
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*In my head, this chapter is introduced by a narrator shouting “MEANWHILE” really dramatically.*
*So, uh, this chapter got a bit more extreme than I originally planned but err… maybe the cutesy end makes up for it? Also no pictures of Eri because the AI flat out refused to make any images with slime girls that don’t look like Dragon Quest slimes.*
*Currently I’m still not sure if I want to make next week another interlude or if I should sprinkle that in later.*
[*A guide to the world of Bythos!*](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)
She huffed, tired from the long climb, her breath producing two iridescent, little bubbles. To emphasize her fatigue, she wiped her brow and shook her arm. Most of the limb and her head hit the floor before rejoining her. Having an arm was so fun!
She was glad the bright-soft-moss tall one had taught her. A hand could do so much, like wave or pretend to wipe away sweat or make the squishy-round lumps dance. She giggled and gurgled when she remembered how the furry-smoke-curious tall one had congratulated her when she made them dance. And then the bright-soft-moss tall one had showed her how to play hide-and-seek as well!
At first, she didn’t get it, but when the other tall ones came, she understood. Sneaking up on one of them, she showed them how to make the squishy-round lumps dance as well. That time it had been so much harder because the lumps were so much smaller! But she had made them dance all the same and the tall ones were really happy about it, making all sorts of noises and moving around so much. She was laughing so hard, she went to hide again immediately, but that time the tall ones didn’t come to search for her. Of course, they didn’t, she had hidden right in front of their faces – she could be so dumb-dumb sometimes. Still, it had been a lot of fun. Hopefully, wherever she was going, she would find more tall ones to make lumps dance with.
Although she was still a bit sad that she was so overwhelmed by her new friends and the wonderful things they showed her, she hadn’t even played with the bulging-nervous-friendly tall one, despite him looking exactly like mama had said he looked like. She really wished she could have played with his long-wobbly-spurtstick like mama had done to make the tasty liquid come out.
Her hand slapped against the side of her face and she huffed again. She was a big girl now! Big girls didn’t cry about the spurtsticks they didn’t get to climb inside, they charged fearlessly ahead and kept climbing! She willed her scattered eyes, nose and mouth to reconvene on her face, popped the glob of sticky white mush she had saved until now in her mouth and kept going.
Thank the waters there had been so many yummy squishy-round-white lying around. Each time she ate one, it felt like she was becoming light and fast, like mama was pushing on her back to help her. At first, she didn’t dare go into the dark place, the tall ones had made so much noise there. But after waiting so long without any more noise coming from the dark place – she had waited at least two sleeps! – curiosity overcame her. Oh, how she had marvelled at the dark-blue-orange forest hidden in the dark place! And scattered everywhere were these squishy-round-white lumps. Although, some weren’t round at all any more, but broken and cracked and leaking white globs. But how yummy they were.
“Hmmm!” she hummed as the mush dissolved inside her.
How long had she spent just eating the yummy lumps off the ground? She didn’t remember, but it felt so long that she should have had at least one sleep, but she didn’t. Instead, she kept eating, never growing tired, only stopping when a mighty burp bubbled up from her core. Something told her mama would have scolded for that. She hid her face in shame for only a moment, then she marvelled that she had turned almost white!
It hadn’t lasted, she was mostly back to her usual blue now, but a few streaks of white still coursed through her.
But wondering what had happened stopped her eating frenzy and looking around, she noticed that a bright hole had appeared above the dark-blue-orange forest. Feeling adventurous, and maybe wanting to prove that she was a big girl with a big hand and two big jiggle-bags on her chest that didn’t burp from eating too many lumps, she had started climbing, up and up towards the strange light.
That wasn’t where she was currently climbing to, oh no, she had left *that* climb long behind her. But when she reached the hole, it had been bright and there were no stones above her any more! That was scary, even for a big girl, and so she had hidden in the next best thing she could find. It was round and made of wood, but unlike the round-wood down in her home, this one wasn’t cracked open at the top. That had made her feel safe and she decided to rest for a bit. After all, she had just been very scared despite having a hand and jiggle-bags and she needed to think about that for a bit.
In the end, she decided that being scared was okay for a big girl as long as she didn’t let it be the thing that defined her. She would much rather be known for making squishy-round lumps dance with her hand than for being scared.
But just as she had come to this conclusion, the round-wood she was hiding in started moving. Outside, some tall ones had grabbed it and were carrying it somewhere. Maybe she would stay hidden just a bit longer. Work up to it, as it were.
When they put her down and the voices of the tall ones were long gone, she pressed a limb through a crack in the wood and surveyed the outside. All was dark and quiet, just the way she liked it.
It wasn’t her home, there was less water on the floor, and everything was filled with round-wood and square-wood, but there were stones above her, so that was good. Something glinted in the dark.
Curious, she went over to it. Rows upon rows of… glinting-transparent-beautiful stood above her, filled with darkness. She cooed in awe. They were so beautiful! She needed to have them.
Climbing up, she reached eagerly for one of the beautifuls, but it was much smoother than she had expected. It slipped from her blue hand, rolled off the edge and smashed on the ground with a loud clinking and clattering.
Her eyes gleamed with joy. She didn’t know they would sound so lovely! Laughing, she started throwing the transparent beautifuls on the ground, or grabbed them and smashed them on the wall next to her. [So tremendous was her joy that she didn’t even hear the door open.](https://imgur.com/a/abAl9Ew) But she heard the tall one make loud noises at her.
“Hey, what the hell is going on here? How the fuck did a slime get in here?”
The tall one scooped her up and held her in front of his face. Why was he holding her so high up? That was mean of him!
She puffed up her cheeks. “Gwoo!” There, that should tell him exactly what she thought of that.
But instead of putting her down so she could make his squishy-round lumps dance, he turned and started walking out of the room! How very rude of him! But it was okay, she decided. Unaware that there were still some bits stuck in her body from when she smashed all those beautifuls, she stretched an arm out of her foot, down and down and even further than that, until it was long enough to reach his lumps.
“Bwo!” she said and smacked her arm into the lumps.
He let her go immediately, which made her feel funny from the fall, then she hit the floor. And the tall one did as well, joining her on the floor, making a lot of noise.
“MY BALLS! FUCK, MY FUCKING BALLS!”
She laughed but when she heard another tall one run towards them, she decided to go hide in another hole. She didn’t want to be picked up again.
A second and third tall one arrived and stood over the first one. One of them had jiggle-bags on her chests, she noted. “Conrad? What’s going on, what happened?”
“I GOT STABBED IN THE BALLS, WHAT’S IT LOOK LIKE THAT HAPPENED?”
“Pffhahaha, I always told you to watch where you put your dagger,” a female voice said.
“Stabbed in the- what? Who did this?” a man said.
“A FUCKING SLIME, FUCK, WHO CARES, JUST HELP ME!”
“I- I’m not touching you down there man, l- Goddess, that’s a lot of blood…”
The woman laughed some more before she managed to control herself. “You got your nuts slashed by a slime? Did you try to fuck her? Wow, men are dumb…” She chuckled, then said more resolutely, “alright, show me. Oooh, it’s deep in there. Reminds me of the time I made a bet with this drunk guy in the tavern, said he couldn’t juggle his daggers sitting down, well, he dropped one of them and it went right through his left-”
“ARE YOU GONNA FUCKING HELP ME OR NOT?”
“Alright, alright. I’ll pull out the shard, just bite down on something. Alright, on three. One. Two!”
“AAAH!”
“Oh, oops. Didn’t mean to pull down, sorry. Wow, I didn’t know balls could leak their insides like that, it’s like their insides are just pouring out…”
That was the last she heard as she had started climbing a little vent her hole led to. Squished down by the tight confines around her, she barely had space to form an arm, at least, not if she wanted to keep her face looking in front of her.
Up and up she went, steadily climbing while thinking a bit about what she had heard. Didn’t one of the tall ones call the other by his name? That’s what it felt like, at least. She had received a name as well, she recalled. What was it again…? The bright-soft-moss tall one had told it to her… Eri! That was it, her name was Eri!
Bubbling and frothing happily that she had remembered her name, Eri climbed with renewed vigour, but soon the vent levelled out and instead of climbing, she was sliding forward instead of up. The vent shrank tighter here, not unlike the dusty crevices of her home far below. What a strange home this was. Would there be other slimes here?
The vent was long and boring and she saw nothing except a little furry-squeaky-skitter, but she was familiar with them from her own home already. And so, Eri passed the time by repeating her own name back to herself so she wouldn’t forget again.
*Eri... Eri… E-E-Eri!* her mind burbled and drizzled in a slow rhythm that the cold stones injected into her. She stopped. Rhythm? Where had that come from? She stretched a small tentacle out in front of her and watched it intently.
*Jiggle. Jiggle. J-J-Jiggle.* There was no doubt, something was making the stones and by extension Eri shake. But shouldn’t she be able to hear that, if she was wiggling and shaking to it? Right, ears! She had reabsorbed the funny looking holes back into her body when she squished into the vent. Quickly forming another set of ears, she followed the clapping sounds until she came to a stone with oblique slats, from which the warm glow of a fire emanated. Beyond it were multiple tall ones, playing some sort of game together.
“I truly hope you appreciate that I am personally disciplining these worthless Calvinian balls, prince Filippo!” Eri quietly ooh’d, this dazzling-elegant-pompous tall one was so pretty! Every time she swung the stick in her hand, she glittered and glimmered like rippling water in torchlight.
“MMMF!” Eri gasped, she hadn’t even noticed the second tall one, the woman was just that stunning. But to be fair, he was also lying on something, his hands were bound to his feet and his mouth was stuffed, he wasn’t very noticeable, especially because unlike her flashy dress, he hadn’t put anything on. That felt rude to Eri until she noticed that because of that, she could clearly see his squishy-round-lumps and that cheered her up.
From some corner not in Eri’s field of view, a servile-repressed tall one stepped up to the bound man. One of her lower limbs flung forward, making the tall one’s lumps bounce wildly. “How dare you complain to the queen, you insignificant worm!”
“Now, now, no need to lash out, girl,” the dazzling woman said. “I have almost a year to make my fiancé docile and compliant, isn’t that right, dear?” She gently caressed his cheek. “Plenty of time to whip you into shape.” She walked back around until she was between his legs again and pressed the tip of her cane against the abused nuts, making him whimper. “Plenty of time to whip *these* into shape. Oh, don’t whine, prince, it is unbecoming of royalty. You know, there is a saying among Cillian nobility. ‘A good king proffers his testicles on a silver platter to his queen. A great one to his people.’ Methinks you haven’t proffered these gonads to anyone. An awed maid perhaps who would not dare do anything with them but suck on them, or a shy debutante who does not yet know how to properly handle a man’s weaknesses. A lesson in how to serve the people is in order.”
She turned to the maid next to her. “Gather all the maids and noblewomen in the castle that are not currently engaged with tasks that aren’t to be delayed. We shall have a little parade of Cillian feet for the prince’s balls.”
“A wonderful idea, my queen! I will go at once!”
“And bring some wine! It’s not a proper testicle squashing parade without wine.” Her cane flicked upwards, pressing his shaft against his stomach. “And with regard to that cock you’re so proud of?”
He shifted from horror to earnest curiosity at the mention of his penis, hoping to hear what she had to say about his most prized piece of him. “It’s really not much. Believe me, I had bigger. *Much* bigger. But yours is still a bit too big for my tastes. We don’t want someone to confuse you for a man, after all! Once we have fashioned a new cage out of moonsilver, it will be locked away for a whole year. A year in moonsilver, I wonder how much of that turgid sausage will be left after that, don’t you?” He began protesting again, straining against his fetters. “Hahaha, I will make a proper Cillian king out of you yet! Fat, swollen balls and a cock so small, you won’t even be able to fit a hand around it any more! I look forward to teaching you how to pet your clit like a girl!”
With that, the dazzling tall one made the lumps dance again, laughing all the while until her stick broke in two. Eri decided she had seen enough and turned, woggling further down the tight vent. Clearly, these tall ones already knew about the dancing lumps, there was nothing new she could show them to become friends with them.
“Onwards,” she gurgled to herself, “to make new friends!”
On the way through this strange place, she passed several more rooms. Most were dark and lifeless and not very interesting, but maybe she could come back to them when she wanted to sleep. The vent she followed even split at some point, heading in different directions and Eri decided to go left for no reason at all. She was rewarded for her choice when she soon heard more voices.
“I will make the first cut now, sir William.”
“NO! Take that knife away from my nuts, you damnable whore!”
Eri was looking down at the scene from the ceiling. Another tall one, an angry-sinking-dark one, Eri decided, was strapped to some sort of chair. Between his legs was a female tall one, and after some pondering, Eri settled on calculating-overbearing-pale. [A bright-red sash was wound around her waist and a small length of steel glinted in her hand.](https://imgur.com/a/VMOpVbB)
“Your *nut*, William. You’ve been told multiple times it is worth neither time nor effort to try and stitch a scrambled egg back together. And in your own interest, I advise against insulting the woman with a knife and full access to your pitiful genitals,” she said.
“You- you wouldn’t dare! I’m a knight!”
She raised an eyebrow. “So? You know what happens to boys in the employ of the Sophian church. How many men from all walks of life do you think I have cut or crushed between my fingers before I became a paladin? There have been plenty of noble testicles I popped in my life. A third son to a baroness… an unwanted bastard… their balls are just as fragile as a peasant’s. They pop just like a peasant’s. And I didn’t stop once I became a paladin. Do you know what quest I was issued to prove myself to the Valesian order? I hunted and subdued a wild minotaur. For two months I tracked him through the wilderness. When I finally caught him, I roasted his gonads over a fire and ate them. It was the best meal of my life.”
“You- but we’re on the same side! We both serve the infernal countess!”
“And lady Raum is the only reason I haven’t already cut off this glorified powder puff you call a scrotum and stuffed it down your throat for your failure. Now be quiet and stop freaking out before I’ve even made an incision into your bloated sack. Draining it will be the pleasant part. The swollen remaining nut and the mush swimming in your sack is pressing on your splattered ball. Cutting out the half of your manhood that lost against the foot of some girl playing at knight and cauterizing the tube from which it hung, *that* will make you scream.”
He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Just be… gentle with me, prioress.”
That made her smile, and what a smile it was. The prioress was all teeth. “The big bad knight, reduced to a frightened little boy by the scary lady with the knife. Once I get my hands on those little marbles, you men are all the same.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Oh, don’t be like that. Want me to suck your pee-pee a little while I operate to make it feel better?”
“You would do that?”
“No.” With a sound like wet paper tearing, she sliced into his nutsack. His screams were loud but not loud enough to drown out the prioress’s voice. “You’re going to have to call for one of the maids if you want someone to lick that stinky old thing. You’d better be careful, though, I heard more than one maid has proven to be a bit *bitey* whenever a noble ordered them to suck cock. And Bruna has sided with her maids’ claims of innocence every time.”
Eri was ecstatic. The dark tall one was almost as splishy-splashy as she was! A thick soup of pinkish stuff poured from the lumps the other tall one was sticking her shiny little stick into. It looked kind of yummy, but Eri did her best to not just waltz in and start trying the splishy-splashy. The tall ones might not appreciate Eri having an early dinner while they were still playing together.
“There we go, get all that testicle mush out of your sack. Now, let’s see what we’re working with… Hm. Well, good news!”
“Can you still save it?” he asked hopefully.
“No, oh Goddess no!” she answered and laughed. “Most of what was once your testicle is now on the floor. But I can see that this gamine wench must have worked your balls over quite a lot before she finally popped it. It splintered apart rather than disintegrating completely. There is still a chunk of nutmeat attached to your epididymis.”
“How are that good news?”
“It means I get to punish you a bit by squishing that chunk of nut.” She shrugged when he protested. “I never said they were good news for you.”
“Untie me this instant, you deranged whore!”
“Time to finish someone else’s leftovers.” She stuck her fingers inside his scrotum, digging around until she found the remains of his right testicle. Her fingers poked and prodded at the sore and inflamed ballmeat. He was howling and shrieking but powerless to stop her. With a series of sickening crackles and pops, she crushed the last bits of gonad.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” He puked all over the floor in response. “Ugh, rather unrefined for the knight-captain. Surely you agree.” The prioress rang a little bell and within seconds, a maid appeared and bowed.
“A bucket of warm water and some clean towels, please. As you can see, the valiant sir William doesn’t take well to a little roughhousing with his man-parts.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Oh, and sir William mentioned something about wanting to get his penis rubbed and sucked?” The maid looked from her to the sliced open scrotum, the limp and bruised dick above it and from there back to the prioress. She made no attempt to hide her disgust. “I will still be occupied with cauterizing the scraps left of his manhood, but that shouldn’t stop you from giving the knight-captain what he wants. In fact, I think it would be good if you really gave your all in pleasuring him. Make his package really jostle and bounce while I work on it.”
Disgust yielded to amusement. “Of course, your grace. I will be right back.”
The tall one in the frilly skirt disappeared, and Eri thought about leaving herself, but something about the female tall one’s attitude made her pause. She had already learned that the lumps were full of yummy stuff, maybe there was more to learn?
“You are very fortunate to still have a ball left, you know? I’ve never left a boy with half of their manhood remaining. If I had the chance, it was double rupture or nothing, so what I will do now is new to me as well. It is a technique designed to help men keep their last babymaker and I’m sure you can already see why I never used it before. Why let them keep one if popping the second nut is so easy? But alas, a eunuch is not a viable fighter, we both know how meek men become once they’re nice and smooth between the legs.”
She lifted a needle she had already threaded so he could see it. Through a haze of pain, William saw that it was no ordinary needle. Its eye was much larger than any needle he had ever seen before, and threaded through it was not a thin thread but thick, coarse twine. “Boys who only have one egg in their nest have a tendency to self-castrate. Funny, isn’t it? If there ever was proof that the Goddesses wanted men to be castrated, it is this – without its sibling, your ball will have a tendency to twist around, choking itself out until it dies and withers away. To stop that, I will punch through your nut with this needle multiple times and then stitch it to your sack.”
His weak protestations were nothing more than pathetic mewling and the prioress was swiftly distracted by the maid returning with a bucket and some towels. She immediately got to cleaning the room and when that was done, expectantly looked at the shrivelled penis of the knight-captain. “Shall I start sucking then, your grace?”
“Please do, I was just about to perforate his remaining testicle. It would be best if you would keep his dick out of the way by keeping it in your mouth.”
“Are you sure, your grace? It looks rather wilted and small.”
“Even so, needs must. I have seen men spurt a load even while their testes were getting shredded by wild animals or ground to pulp against a whetstone. We cannot allow the knight-captain to infect his own sack with a desperate and ill-timed emission.”
With a nod, the maid sucked the desiccated penis into her mouth and let her tongue play with it, always keeping an eye on the hands of the prioress. She was pulling the remaining nut out of its sack until the whitish orb lay flat on her palm.
Readying the needle in her other hand, she lined the sharp implement up and stabbed forward. At the same time, the maid sucked particularly hard on the limp penis in her mouth, retracting the nut back towards its owner – but not far enough for the needle to miss.
William screamed, dragged out of the daze the nut-cracking had put him in.
“Oh my, it seems I have missed. Instead of perforating the testicle a little, I’ve speared it length-wise. Most unfortunate.” She pulled the needle from his nut with a wet sucking. “Let’s just try again.”
Twice more, she impaled the testicle in what she proclaimed to be a wrong manner before she was satisfied she had correctly stabbed the ball. “There we are, that looks good.”
“Please, stop… stop torturing me…” he pleaded.
“Torture? Don’t be so dramatic, knight-captain. This is merely to help you. Now I just pull the twine through your nutmeat… Feels interesting, doesn’t it? I made sure to choose the roughest, most coarse twine I could fine, something would really irritate your ball’s insides.”
“STOP FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS, STOP!” he screamed at the top of his voice.
“Aaand it’s all through! Now we just stitch that twine to your scrotum and the first of three sutures is done!”
“THE FIRST OF THREE?”
“Naturally. Just once would be much too insecure.”
Eri watched the three tall ones play with the lump with fascination. At some point, she realized that the white ovals she had gorged herself on back home must have been the discarded lumps of tall ones. She couldn’t figure out *why* someone would just discard them when they were so yummy, but she felt that was important information.
Eventually, the loud noises of the tall one with the lumps died down, reduced to much quieter sobs.
The maid huffed and let the limp cock pop out of her mouth. “This is frustrating. I cannot get him hard and I doubt he is anywhere close to cumming.”
“Want to know a little secret? You can make a boy spurt just by handling his balls. Have you ever seen one leak cum when they get their balls kicked or squeezed particularly hard?” The maid nodded. “They’re not having an orgasm, that’s for sure. It’s an involuntary discharge of babybatter because their nuts are in danger of being ruptured and made forever useless. Essentially, with enough force, you can squeeze the cum out of their sack. And since their dicks are never involved, it is entirely without pleasure for them. Watch this.”
The prioress roughly grabbed the nut she had just sewn to the sack and pinched the bottom between thumb and finger. “You start low to get a good grip on the nut. Jiggle your fingers around a bit, really loosen that seed. Then you move your fingers up, squeezing hard. That gets the juices in his testicle flowing.”
She did just that, squeezing so hard the oval noticeably deformed between her fingers. The knight-captain screamed his head off. “Then you do the same for the pink part on the top that looks like an acorn’s top. Start at the far end, push towards the nut cord. While you do that, squeeze his nut with your other hand. After a few seconds, he will be – oh! It’s starting, quickly girl, put your mouth on that shrunken dick!”
The first spurt from his cock came before she had her lips wrapped around it and hit the maid in the face. The rest of his cum however was dutifully caught on her tongue. The joyless ejaculation lasted but a few seconds and the maid lifted her head, opened her mouth to show the fruits of their labour, then swallowed noisily. “It actually worked… That was such a tiny load, though, is that normal with this method? Even the boys in the queen’s harem, whose dicks have wilted to less than my little finger shoot more cum than that.”
The prioress tutted. “Remember girl, he only has one nut left now! But yes, this method will yield smaller volumes than jerking off or blowing a man normally. The Goddess hasn’t made life so easy for us that we can just punt a man in the nuts and expect him to blow a load big enough to ensure pregnancy. Otherwise, I’m sure most women would have turned to more sapphic relationships long ago.” She looked at the catatonic knight-captain before her and his lone nut in her grasp. “Very well, that will be all. Now I just need to root around his sack with a hot poker and stitch it all back up and we’re done. Your help was appreciated.”
With a bow, the tall one in the frilly skirt went away, a spurt of white cream left on her face and Eri decided it was time for her to leave as well. This was an exciting combination of information! The lumps of the tall ones were filled with yummy stuff and she could make them spurt it out by fondling their lumps from the inside! And maybe their sticks above as well? The demonstration hadn’t been very clear on that and it was something Eri wanted to try out to see.
She just needed to make friends with another tall one so she could make him spurt. With renewed vigour, she crawled along her vent in search of a stick and some lumps no one was currently playing with.
The slime didn’t need to search for long. [Below her was a dark room in which a tall one had made his nest.](https://imgur.com/a/nkgDoID) He wasn’t as impressively tall as the one she had just seen, but she wasn’t going to hold that against him.
Dripping through the slats hewn in the stone, she dropped onto the nest of the soft-cute-friendly tall one.
After the hard stones of the vent, this nest was so soft and warm and… soft! Eri bubbled happily as she spread herself out over the silken sheets, uncaring if she ruined the fabric. She had no concept of luxury goods, only goop.
She formed a hand and carefully pulled down the thing that was covering the lumps in front of her. But apparently, she wasn’t careful enough and the tall one woke up.
“WHO IS- Oh, err… it’s that slime again?”
“Gwooh!” she greeted him. She knew this tall one! He was the soft-spoken tall one who had come to her home with the others, the one she had played hide and seek with!
“How did you… Do you remember me? I’m Kasper… Were you looking for me?”
“Bwubwll!”
“This might sound strange but… what you did to me… it felt kind of… nice.”
The tall one was blushing furiously and after a moment, he made some more noise. “It was painful of course, but… that was the first time anyone ever touched me… down there…” His hands, they were coming together and he twirled their fingers around. “Do you remember? When you… punched…?” He mimed a punch.
This tall one was so strange… but friendly! Did he want her to make his lumps dance again? Eri loved doing that! With a confident “Guuuh!” she slammed her fist into his little lumps.
“Ugh, yes! Damn…” he gasped and followed up with a quiet, “Yes, just like that…” His little stick sprang to life, growing just a little bit bigger and standing up. “Goddess, it hurts, but… it’s also exciting. When you hit me there, I feel like it’s the first time I’ve ever been acknowledged as a man… is that strange?”
“Gwoh?”
“Do you mind if… I mean, can you hit me some more while I… Uhm…” Instead of an explanation, he wrapped two fingers around his stick and started gently rubbing it.
That was it! The tall one was massaging his stick, soon he would hopefully spurt the yummy stuff!
“Wawuh,” she said and wrapped her hand around his stick. She mimicked the movement of his fingers and was soon rewarded with a moan.
“Do you want to please me yourself? Th-thank you… Ooh…” He sank back into his pillows, moaning. “But… don’t forget about…” He mimed another punch.
Eri froze. Of course, she couldn’t forget about making the lumps dance. But she only had one hand. How could she rub the stick and make the lumps dance at the same time?
She looked around in search of an answer and she was almost ready to give up before her eyes fell on her new friend again. He was small and soft, so different from the other tall ones Eri had seen. But he had something in common with them still – he had two arms!
With a groan of effort, she willed another limb to grow, another arm with which to grasp. It turned out smaller than her first arm, but it was enough. With a triumphant “Blluuh!” she slammed the new limb into her friend’s lumps.
He gasped and moaned and soon, he gave Eri the reward she had been seeking.
Piping hot white stuff erupted from his stick as she hit his lumps again. Eri opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch as much of the yummy white stuff as she could and when that ended, she put her mouth over the tip of his stick and greedily sucked out all the remaining white stuff. All the while, she was slamming a fist into his sack.
Holding her cheeks, she blissfully chewed the thick cream and swallowed noisily. He was still in a daze from his orgasm when she hit his lumps again, the ovals dancing in their sack.
The morning sun found them snuggled up together, Eri hugging the wrinkly little sack she had come to like so much during the two new friends' nocturnal tryst.
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*In my head, this chapter is introduced by a narrator shouting “MEANWHILE” really dramatically.*
*So, uh, this chapter got a bit more extreme than I originally planned but err… maybe the cutesy end makes up for it? Also no pictures of Eri because the AI flat out refused to make any images with slime girls that don’t look like Dragon Quest slimes.*
*Currently I’m still not sure if I want to make next week another interlude or if I should sprinkle that in later.*
