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So how about a slime creature that grows when it's placed in water?
At least, that's what it said on the website. Or… what you thought it said on the website? The whole thing had been in Latin, you'd had to use a shitty translation app to help you navigate buying the slime.
Which had maybe not been the best idea.
You scratched your head as you peered down into the bathtub. The slime was a luminous blue, utterly mesmerising as it floated in the water. But it had only grown two or three inches, a far cry from the infinitus the website had promised. Had they sent you a dud? What was the store's return policy? Were you gonna have to run the whole stupid thing through the translation app too?
Just the thought made you groan.
"Ugh, I just wanna cum, I don't wanna do more work." Continuing to grumble under your breath, you scooped the slime out of the tub. It was about the size of your palm, an oddly affectionate little creature. You peered at it curiously as it curled around your fingers and wrist.
Okay, now you were, like… two percent less willing to send the slime back.
Bathwater trickled down your bare skin as you headed back to your bedroom. The slime had securely wrapped itself around your wrist—it wasn't cute, it wasn't—so you had to snatch up your lap top one handed and scoot awkwardly back on the mattress until you were reclining on your mountain of plushes and pillows.
You pulled up the site you'd bought the slime from, squinting at the screen where most companies kept a little Contact Us link.
"Who the fuck hosts a website in Latin?"
Who the fuck buys sex toys from a website hosted in Latin? a sensible voice in the back of your mind countered.
Muttering under your breath, you spared a brief moment to be grateful the little slime was moving around, creeping curiously up your arm and into the crook of your elbow. Which was perfect, because that meant you could try and fail to translate this stupid goddamn page with both hands.
You spent the next fifteen minutes alternating between cursing and… Well, no, you were just cursing. And all the while, the little slime was creeping along your skin, tickling down from your arm and across your belly. The touch was cool and slightly sticky, but not unpleasant. You were about to reach over to move it—it slipped passed your bellybutton—when you saw what you were looking for.
"Finally!" You shifted on the mattress, slime forgotten as you clicked the link and began working on translating that. So focused on what you were doing, you didn't notice as the slime moved lower… and lower…
… and lower…
"Eeek!"
The slime had found the entrance to your cunt and was burrowing inside you. Shocked little jolts of pleasure burst through you as you squirmed; you shut your laptop with shaky hands, almost tossing it across the room as your hands dropped to your pussy. The little slime was too quick, though, slipping through your folds and deep into your cunt in a matter of seconds.
And then you didn't want to stop it.
A suprised little moan escaped you as the creatures seemed to twist and turn inside you, rubbing against your walls in the most delicious way. Your earlier irritation dissolved into nothing as arousal took its place, your cunt getting soaked embarrassingly quickly.
Okay, maybe I don't need that return policy after all.
Fuck, the little slime was relentless, writhing around in your cunt that made your hips buck, searching for friction that wasn't to be had. Maybe this could work out if you humped a pillow or—?
The slime was getting bigger.
You hadn't noticed at first, too surprised by what it was doing to take notice of its size. But there was no denying it; the wetter you got, the more the little—or not, at this point—slime seemed to lap it up. And that was when realisation dawned.
Maybe the slime had just needed a different kind of wetness.
The creature was lengthening inside you, thickening in a way that made a delighted cry slip free from your throat without your permission. The wet sounds of your cunt filled the air, the most heavenly, hedonistic accompaniment to your loud moans. Something slick and cool flickered over your clit, sending a rush of pleasure through you as your pussy gushed.
You stared down at yourself, willing the slime to emerge, just for a second, so you could get a look at it. The slime must have easily doubled in size by now, and it showed no signs of slowing down.
It was getting hard to think. Your hands moved up to cup your tits, rolling your nipples and squeezing. Delicious… The slime was pressing into you ever more deeply, seemingly ravenous as it feasted on your wetness. You were edging closer and closer to orgasm, your whole body tightening as the creature played with your clit and the exquisite sensations flooded through you.
"Fuck… oh, fuck… hngh…"
A choked off scream as you came, your eyes rolling back in your head, your entire body thrashing with the force of it. You'd orgasmed like this before a few times, had made a total mess of your bed…
But that wasn't a problem tonight because the slime was absorbing it all.
You felt the creature growing even bigger and you watched, turned on beyond imagining, as you finally saw something wriggling out of your cunt.
Tentacles, you realised. The little slime had grown tentacles. And they were changing colour, going from blue to a deep purple, almost black. They slithered out of your body, the appendages wrapping around your legs and spreading you open further with surprising strength. And all the while, it kept fucking you, relentless, your earlier orgasm seemingly making the creature hungry for more.
Another tentacle crept around over your tummy, feeling your skin curiously and leaving a sticky residue behind. Your eyes widened as you watched the slime bump against your fingers, nuzzling at your tits. Following the wordless command, you let your hands slide down to the bed beneath you. Its touch is gentle, exploratory. There was something about the way the slime moved that made you think it was testing your reactions, studying how your body responded to it cupping your tits and playing with your nipples.
Your moans were near constant by now. The slime seemed to zero in on every erogenous zone, coaxing more wetness from your cunt. A dwindling corner of your mind still capable of rational thought remembered the website's promise that the creature would grow exponentially in the right environment.
Gotta remember to leave a five-star review.
The creature was growing right before your eyes. Whatever it needed, it was getting straight from your soaked cunt. Helplessly little grunts spilled passed your lips as the slime continued to fuck you, its tentacles toying with your nipples and nudging against your asshole only adding to the ecstasy.
"Uh… uh… uh…" Your eyes rolled back as you panted for breath; you didn't think anything had ever fucked you as good, gone in as deep…
The creature shoved itself between your parted lips, not hesitating until it hit the back of your throat. You thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the tentacles were inhumanly strong. Its limbs held fast to your legs and wound around your arms, keeping you spread open to its ministrations. The slime thickened in your mouth, threatening to cut off your airway, and you didn't think you'd ever felt better.
And so you stopped resisting.
gluk… gluk… gluk…
Your limbs went limp, pliant, as the creature continued fucking you; the tendril probing at your asshole had slipped inside you, stuffing you almost impossibly full. One glance down at your midriff revealed a sizeable bulge, bobbing up and down in time with the slime's thrusts. A delighted, garbled sound slipped passed the tentacle fucking your throat.
gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk-gluk
You'd order the little slime thinking to use it as a sex toy; now, here the creature was using you as its cocksleeve.
The thought sent you over the edge. You came again, so hard and for so long that the world threatened to go dark around you. Body spasming, dark spots dancing in front of your vision, you almost missed the way the creature's tentacles thickened inside you, the force of its thrusts getting even harder and faster.
Was it… Was it going to cum inside of you?
Your whole body erupted in a frenzy of movement. Bucking back against the tentacles fucking you, you squeezed your cunt around the slime, milking its enormous girth with your inner walls. You sucked and slurped at the tendril in your mouth, eagerly bobbing on it and making drool run down your chin and onto your tits.
Make me your cum dump… please, just cum inside me…
The creature seemed to read your mind.
It sped up, fucking you harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally…
Cum gushed into you, the creature returning everything it had taken from you tenfold. You gulped down its cum eagerly; your tummy rounded out as it spurted inside you, filling you to the brim, and leaking out of you as it continued to piston in and out of you.
You didn't know how much time had passed. All you could do was tremble, your whole body aching in the most delicious way. Gradually, the tentacles around your arms and legs and waist released their hold on you. The slime, you realised mournfully, was getting smaller. Although, you noticed with a distant interest, it hadn't reverted to its original blue hue.
Now that your arms were free, you could heave yourself up onto your elbows to peek down at your cum-swollen belly; you looked like you were in your second trimester.
The thought sent another gush of wetness to your cunt, making the slime writhe inside you weakly. It seemed the creature was as worn out as you were. Another few minutes, and the little slime disappeared from view completely, although it remained inside you, effectively plugging you up.
You kinda didn't want it to leave.
Exhaustion was tugging at you, making your eyelids flutter shut. Letting out a massive yawn, you struggled to roll over onto your side; one arm slipped under a nearby pillow, the other cradled your distended tummy.
Can't wait for round two…
It was your last thought before you fell into a dreamless sleep.
centaur taking their human(oid) partner out for a 'ride' except the saddle has a thick dildo or two affixed to it, grinning mischievously while they listen to them pant and moan as they mount the toys and settle in. Once they're stuffed full, they head off on a lovely jaunt through the woods, the partner gasping and squirming the whole way, the centaur purposefully picking up a feverishly bouncy trot now and then, hopping over fallen logs and enjoying the yelps and squeals that follow.
Centaur deciding they might as well run into town for a few things. No matter if their rider has to work terribly hard the whole time not to moan or make a face while they take a leisurely stroll through the market, picking out fruit and vegetables and baked goods and definitely not taking their sweet time so their partner spends even long stuck and stuffed full. Poor rider having to choke down gasps when someone strikes up a conversation, feigning feeling a little under the weather when they point out their flushed face and labored breathing. Centaur casually shifting from hoof to hoof to jostle them on purpose.
Centaur who eventually takes their partner back on the road home, but decides once they're back in the woods that they're just obscenely hard and it would be so inappropriate to go on like this, cock swinging freely. Making their rider climb off, unmount from the dildos, kneel on the ground beneath their belly and service their massive cock, stretched open and dripping and empty. Maybe they jerk it off, maybe they mouth at it as best they can, or try to bend over and press just the tip of their massive head inside themselves so the centaur can blow their load into a warm hole.
It doesn't take long before the centaur grunts and unloads all over (and inside) of them, making a filthy mess and painting their rider with cum. No matter how they tried to go about it, there's seed dripping down their thighs, splattered up their chest and face.
When they stand again on wobbly legs and try to clean themselves up a little, the centaur drags them in for a sloppy, deep kiss. " Leave the mess, " they grin. " And get back in your seat. "
The rider shakily scrambles up into the saddle, moaning openly as they fill themselves up again and slide down onto the toys, clenching and throbbing at being stuffed once more while the pair continue their trek. They're debauched, flushed, with cum soaking into their clothes and dripping down their chin, and it only serves to heighten their dizzying arousal as their mount goads them on - what if someone sees you like this? I could turn around now and parade you through town, show everyone what a good canvas you make....
The thought alone is enough to make them moan aloud again, fingers gripping the edge of the saddle pad as they hump it feverishly, no longer ashamed of being spotted as they fuck themselves. With a few deep, rutting thrusts of their hips against the seat, they bear down and finally cum with a whine and a yelp, gasping and bouncing on it until they've exhausted themselves and their own seed is dripping down the sides of the saddle, thighs trembling from the effort.... and their mount, watching the scene unfold with a smug, delighted grin over their shoulder.
They do a mean little hop over a fallen log, drawing a hoarse moan out of their rider as it fucks the dildos up into their spent body once more; panting, they plant their face against the centaur's warm back, arms wrapped around their waist, flustered and too exhausted to remove the toys or use their words. The centaur chuckles at their state, reaching back to squeeze their thigh affectionately before they take off down the road for home...at a polite, gentle walking pace.
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