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321fff No.394166 [View All]

I love these Girls and Everything about them!

What about you anons? How do you feel about these unique girls and their method of monsterization? How about possible combinations between them and other monstergirls?

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321fff No.394388

>>394385

>>394386

Pretty good anon. Especially how you make it so its distinctly Separated, but still tied together.

Another thing i loved was how you showed the relation between the two. Its really sweet the connection between Pslime and Carrier.

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63cdbf No.394444

>>394386

>Infection

So that was a physical sickness? The way it showed up when Katia was reading an email made me think she was having an anxiety attack.

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979fe9 No.394448

>>394444 (very impressive)

She was having an anxiety/panic attack, yes. “Infection” here refers to the infection of carrier by slime, i.e. the story of how Sylvi first came to live in Katia. Sorry for the confusion.

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24800c No.394456

>>394379

>routine direct control of body, control/insertion of thoughts

The effects of CNS integration are a lot more subtle than this. Simple and complex decision making is almost entirely unconscious and involves a lot of inhibitory neurological activity. If the slime integrates with the action planning and value estimation systems, then the slime and host will simultaneously and unconsciously decide on a common course of action based on the net activity of the extended systems. This applies to everything involving decision making: motor control, language, etc. Thoughts and actions are not controlled or inserted; different conclusions are reached based on the predispositions of all the components being integrated.

Entire identities are integrated into a single consciousness when bandwidth is high enough and multimodal information is integrated within a few hundred milliseconds. Minds can also be separated by increasing latency or decreasing bandwidth. Each hemisphere of the human brain is capable of sensing and acting independently, following different and even contradictory sets of instructions, when the corpus callosum, the information superhighway connecting them, is cut.

>reozoic

I'm guessing from ancient greek ῥέω (rhéō, "flow") + ζῷον (zôion, "animal") it means "related to currents in a living entity." In biology -zoic tends to denote a means of acquiring nutrition, as in holozoic and saprozoic, or a physical location with respect to a life form, as in cytozoic or epizoic, so its use in this context is odd. Since mana refers to a kind of power, I think visatic from latin vis ("energy", "force") + -ātus ("-ate", "-like") +‎ -icus (derivational suffix) would be more appropriate. What would a mana system involve?

>This is why well-synchronised pslimes and their carriers appear telepathic: they have, at a deep level, learned to "taste" each others' endocrine activity.

The host, at least, would only be able to infer that the slime is doing something (besides moving) if they feel something abnormal like calming down unusually quickly or becoming more aroused than normal by some stimuli. The host may not even pay much attention to these abnormalities when they do occur, and small tweaks would surely go unnoticed. In time, any differences would be normalized and the slime's activity would be as innocuous as the activity of the host's endocrine system pre-infection.

Like the hemispheres of someone with a severed corpus callosum, the slime and host would almost always act in perfect concert not because they share vast amounts of information quickly but because they have the same perspective and environment. The environment in this case includes the endocrine system.

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979fe9 No.394468

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>>394456

>visatic

That also works. -zoic did sound strange to me because of exactly those associations. The mana system in monsters is a way of extracting nutrition from life currents/spirit energy. I've left it undefined but if one wanted to develop it I suppose one could envision it similarly to a chakra-like system in which astral/spiritual organs exist within an entity's spiritual body, connected by trunks or fields of mana flow moderated in some way by spiritual action.

Let us skip the fundamentals of defining the metaphysical systems upon which such a system sits and move to what it might do. We know that monsters consume "spirit energy" as sustenance and are capable of instinctively manipulating it in various ways. We also know that they produce "demonic energy" that exists on the same plane as spirit energy but is of a different nature. We will refer to both these energies as types of "mana", and we will further classify mana as "energetic". The rheozoic/visatic system therefore is the biospiritual anatomy and associated mechanisms by which a monster manipulates mana within itself and exchanges mana with its surroundings. Humans also have rheozoic/visatic systems but are not consciously aware of them unless they are mages or otherwise biomagically aware.

Even though post-DL monsters overwhelmingly prefer human male spirit energy and can satisfy all their energetic needs from it, I have chosen to retain the idea that a monster may derive an energetic diet from the consumption of other spiritual bodies. For example, a wild slime that engulfs a rabbit would consume both its physical and spiritual bodies to provide for both a physical and energetic diet. An incorporeal entity might only have need for an energetic diet, leaving the dead physical body of its prey behind untouched. I assume that because slimes feed by physically engulfing, they also feed by spiritually engulfing. Other monsters might have other methods and strategies of feeding. I chose this so that we can allow an infected carrier and slime to live without immediately needing to rape a man in order to survive.

>The host may not even pay much attention to these abnormalities when they do occur, and small tweaks would surely go unnoticed. In time, any differences would be normalized and the slime's activity would be as innocuous as the activity of the host's endocrine system pre-infection.

This is exactly how a well-synchronised pair would experience normal life. An autonomous and constant endocrine tweak performed by the slime would go more or less unnoticed by the carrier after some time. Remember, however, that in this particular exercise the carrier and slime are distinct entities with their own inner lives. A carrier might suddenly feel a wave of completely incongruous arousal because her slime is busily fantasising about their future husband and releases a weaker version of the same hormonal cocktail that she'd release if their husband was actually present. The experienced carrier would be able to recognise this for what it is and might then tease her slime about it.

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321fff No.394472

>>394468

Your idea for monsters eating normal food is pretty much confirmed seeing as profiles due go into very basic dietary needs. An example being all or most beastmen are either omnivores, carnivores, or Herbivores along with being able to live off of Spirit Energy. Pslimes themselves survive off semen, sweat, saliva, etc… With this information it isn't to much of a stretch to imagine that the Pslime would be able to use the normal food the carrier eats as energy.

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24800c No.394487

>>394468

>biospiritual anatomy

Imagine you're a slime - a thin semisolid soup of all the building blocks of life. You have no muscles to move yourself, no receptors to locate yourself, not even a swirl of activity to indicate you're alive. Not yet. The world is a shimmering bubble and your thoughts are light bouncing and bending across its surface. They push against the bulk of your mass and all the little pieces floating inside just fall into place. You think of reaching and you stretch. You think of grasping and you clench. You think of the warmth on your edges and something twisting and you can see the sun and sky and so many shapes.

You don't know how it happens. A little girl with green hair once tried telling you about the demon wife of a guy called Max and the holo-something sink where she keeps all her entropy, but you didn't understand what she meant by any of that. A pale lady told you that your thoughts were bits or something moving on a big grid, but you don't remember turning into a board game. What you do know is that thinking makes you hungry and your husband makes the best treats.

It's interesting to think of slimes as being comprised mostly of biospiritual instead of biological structures. I'm making some oblique references to digital physics, Maxwell's demon, and universal Turing machines instead of metaphysics.

>The experienced carrier would be able to recognise this for what it is

Maybe. There's no subjective way to tell whether a feeling caused hormones to be released or hormones caused a feeling, so without extra information (e.g. a slight undulation in the host's abdomen) it would be a coin toss as to whether the host or slime is horny.

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979fe9 No.394489

>>394487

>whether the host or slime is horny

Cause is not consequence in this case. They're both horny.

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682ee4 No.394508

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>>394487

>I'm making some oblique references to digital physics, Maxwell's demon, and universal Turing machines instead of metaphysics.

Don't worry, they're not so oblique that there's any danger of us missing them. It's good to have a crunchy base to go along with daydream-fap-fuel and this thread is delivering. My own personal favourite take on digital magic/metaphysics is in the Laundry Files series of books in which the act of performing certain classes of mathematical computations has metaphysical effects. A human may perform these in their heads (sorcery) but it is far more predictable and safer (sort of) to perform them inside computers. It's also very, very dangerous. The author went loon SJW in his more recent books but the older ones are still a good crunchy romp.

>>394385

>>394386

>parasite slimes eventually grow into mounts

>Sylvi instinctually likes the feeling of her carrier sitting on her

CUTE.

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e01144 No.394534

>>394508

I wonder if sylvi also prefers to be katia’s clthing as well.

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2b1bb6 No.394600

Threads pretty dead, but i wanna ask anyways what are some scenarios for infection you anons like?

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7037cd No.394603

>>394600

Its a slow board no one would really consider this thread dead. But to answer your question. I like the idea of moderate monster rebels doing supprise monsterizations. Like putting parasite slimes in the water pipes of a order neighborhood.

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e01144 No.394611

>>394603

Thats a neat one. Nice and simple.

One i am thinking about is having some extremists give an order convent some armor with the pslimes inside it. Like a more vanilla end result living clothes scenario.

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31650a No.394617

>>394600

Checked. On topic: parasite slimes used to save lives of 3DnotPD after something like a life threatening accident … or fixing shit like quadriplegia interests me

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321fff No.394629

>>394617

Really a win win for women who are disabled. They get to feel the indescribable pleasure of a Pslime infecting her and she gets to walk again.

>Women crippled in car accident.

>Doctors say she will never walk again.

>Has a tough time at work due to disability.

>Eventually travels to monster lands.

>Monster doctor offers her a solution

>Allow herself to bind with a Pslime.

>She says yes.

>Gets placed on a table naked with her legs spread.

>Doctor opens a vial with a pink slime

>Pours it on to the table.

>Starts moving towards her.

>Women gets more and more anxious as the slime approaches her.

>Eventually in gets to her body, where it immediately starts pleasuring her clit and teasing her ass

>As it does so, more of it starts to explore her body eventually spreading over and pleasuring her tits.

>The combined assault causes her to moan out loudly.

>It reaches her mouth when she does and it uses that moment to enter her three holes.

>Upon insertion, her eyes widen in shock before closing due to the even greater pleasure.

>It takes half an hour of extreme pleasure before the slime is finished turning the women into a carrier.

>The entire time the monster doctor masturbates to the erotic sight.

>Coming down from the high, the women suddenly reaslizes that she can feel her legs again.

>its at this moment that tears well up in her eyes.

Hope anons enjoyed. Didn't expect it to get long.

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38d770 No.394656

Parasite slimes seem like one of the better ways of trying to get a spy in somewhere. It’s simply you leave the slime somewhere for it to find some high ranking official and infect them. Then you’ve got somebody who is most likely on your side and will infect more individuals.

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321fff No.394669

>>394656

Grizziled old order warrior nun is infected and cured of all her aliments?

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38d770 No.394670

>>394669

Well maybe not high ranking. Some lower level people might be good and then move up the ranks.

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321fff No.394671

>>394670

Young inexperienced hero/warrior nun that undergoes brutal training and repression is masturbating alone somewhere and gets infected?

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38d770 No.394672

>>394671

Yeah, that or some sort of “assassin” sneaks in leaves a surprise for the hero while she sleeps.

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321fff No.394674

>>394672

Kunoichi leaving a pslime in a heroes armor? Maybe have the slime be frozen so it thaws from the heroes body heat as she wears it?

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38d770 No.394687

>>394674

I could see that happening, I could also see it being placed in her room at night placing it near her bed so that the hero could be infected while she slept.

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321fff No.394708

>>394687

Perhaps while sleeping her dreams take a pleasurable turn as she is infected and turned into an unknowing carrier. Then she ccould wake up to a wet pussy and damp bed thinking it to just be a very very good dream.

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38d770 No.394721

>>394708

Haha that would defiantly be a good dream and I’m guessing she would start to have plenty of good dreams from then on out.

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321fff No.394729

>>394721

Many "good" dreams and maybe some would eventually start featuring her childhood friend soldier who she stopped being able to see after becoming a hero.

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5b5c9b No.394761

>>394386

So the parasitic slime can sense a panic attack and work to mitigate the worst of it on the hormonal level nice and gentile like?

If so than damn, Katia is really holding back/being a good girl as if you can do that then, well, what can't ya do from that angle?

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321fff No.394764

>>394761

Do you mean sylvi is holding back? If yeah probably. I means she could just pump tons of arousal hormones into katia and get her to rape that cute guy her carrier has eyes for.

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979fe9 No.394780

>>394761

>Sylvi is really holding back/being a good girl as if you can do that then, well, what can't ya do from that angle?

Correct. Remember that parasite slimes can canonically change their hosts a lot. In the Katia+Sylvi examples, Sylvi has a warm and loving relationship with her carrier Katia and is quite laid back in the times we’ve seen her. You’ll also note that many of Sylvi’s actions are done intuitively without any understanding of how she actually performs them. In the panic attack example we see that Sylvi has learned to perform certain hormonal control functions by practice, but that even with that she isn’t really aware of what she’s doing in a scientific sense and that she is only able to blunt the worst of Katia’s panic cascade as well as release a kind of mild sedative/euphoric. Like many parasites, a pslime’s repertoire mostly focuses on gaining a foothold in the carrier, feeding with it, and altering behaviour insomuch as it causes the carrier to be a better host for the pslime. We have above conceived of pslimes who are much more aggressive on both an instinctual and conscious level either because they need to be (3DPD carrier) or simply because that’s how the individual slime turned out.

>>394764

KC’s profile notes that when a parasite slime reaches “mount” size, it may target and capture the man its carrier likes on the carrier’s behalf. What Sylvi can or will do to/with Katia is still a matter of speculation.

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979fe9 No.394781

>>394534

>I wonder if sylvi also prefers to be katia’s clthing as well.

Perhaps it’s Sylvi’s little fetish.

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38d770 No.394787

>>394780

So Sylvi is is basically one of the far better pslimes for a woman to have? I’m guessing there are more that would go off and try to improve their hosts life as well as but end up doing it in far different ways and ways that are a great change to the persons personality and looks.

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321fff No.394788

>>394787

Nah the slime would either already have a compatible personality or would mold itself to have a compatible personality.

Only time they would probably modify the human womens personality would be if its a shit one. Like maybe a cereal cheater would have that aspect removed.

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9a93d7 No.394792

>>394788

>cereal cheater

Disgusting. Kellogg's or General Mills, pick one and stay loyal.

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321fff No.394794

>>394792

Exactly. A women like that needs to have her personality changed.

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5b5c9b No.394803

>>394794

More like "give" her a personality rather than "change" it. Sociopaths are kinda all the same, and serial cheaters are pretty much all sociopaths.

That might make a good story actually. A sociopathic bitch gets infected and then the parasite slime "fixes" the parts of her brain that enable empathy somehow. Suddenly, she goes from cold, calculating, and evil to sweet, kind, and loving towards a man she initially singled out to ruthlessly exploit for his status and resources before she got infected. Nothing really "changed" so much as a glaring and obvious defect was repaired.

Naturally, this works out great for the slime, as the carrier becomes a better host in this process (assuming the slime is not a sociopath). Also, I'd think they'd tend toward that direction in an evolutionary sense. Socipathic monsters, much like sociopathic humans, inspire the non-sociopaths to dream of/engage in purging the people/monsters/etc. who are. For obvious reasons. Sociopaths tend to ruin good things for the rest of us.

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9a93d7 No.394805

>>394803

Pretty sure if you just suddenly gave a sociopath a conscience, after they have done a lot of sociopathic things, they would spiral into guilt-ridden depression, if they didn't kill themselves outright.

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24800c No.394820

File: cf1d0be4b7b6c4e⋯.png (58.03 KB,694x550,347:275,UK_PCL-SV_scores.png)

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>>394803

>serial cheaters are pretty much all sociopaths

Putting aside the serial aspect (a single instance of cheating is unacceptable anyway), there's reason to doubt this based only on the prevalence of psychopathic traits and cheating in the general population. Just to be clear "psychopath" and "sociopath" are not recognized diagnoses in the DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) 4 or 5, and there is no distinction made between "psychopathic" and "sociopathic" personality traits. Image 1 and pdf 1 (Coid et al., 2009) show the distribution of psychopathic traits in the general population of the UK measured using the PCL: SV (Psychopathy Checklist: Screening Version). The maximum score is 36 and the recommended cutoff for probable psychopathy is 18. The minimum score for possible psychopathy is 11. Image 2 and pdf 2 (Simmons et al., 2004) show the rates of cheating across several countries, time periods, and age ranges.

Using the minimum cutoff for possible psychopathy, only 3.7% of men and 0.9% of women qualify. This is well below the lowest rates of cheating for any age range in any country in image 2. The only possible connection you might make between images 1 and 2 is the similar proportions of people with scores of 1-2 on the PCL: SR and the rates of cheating in the UK in the 16-24 age range. This is a really flimsy connection for several reasons. First, the PCL: SR score proportions are for the general population and the lifetime likelihood of having cheated is larger for higher ages, so the expected population of cheaters is still larger than the population of people with psychopathic traits. Second, a PCL: SR score of 1-2 means you meet only 5% of the total possible criteria for psychopathy, which is far below any reasonable diagnostic threshold. Third, if the populations in question don't perfectly overlap, then the proportion of cheaters is still higher than the proportion of people with psychopathic traits. Fourth, the rates in image 2 are based on self-reports, so the actual rates of cheating may be higher.

Cheating is a human problem, not a psychopath problem.

>socipathic monsters

Don't exist. The point of monster girls is that the monster part is on the outside.

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321fff No.394848

>>394803

>>394820

Didn't expect this to happen.

>>394805

Pslimes would probably be happy to help women like that.

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5b5c9b No.394860

>>394820

>Sociopathic monstergirls don't exist

We can agree on that one at least. Don't wanna get into a science argument here on the other stuff but on that we can agree and that counts in my book.

Monstergirls, after all, are awesome, and anyone who says otherwise is not a person we should pay any attention to. Screw that noise.

>>394848

>Pslimes help the sociopaths adapt to newly granted empathy/conscience

They'd be pretty damn good at it too I'd imagine. I mean, they help out a whole lot in the end all things being equal (as any good symbiote does, just ask all those bacteria in your guts), and that'd probably select for those types of folks to willfully infect themselves if the conditions were right.

Once again, monstergirls, the solution to many real world problems. Hence, why we like them so darn much.

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321fff No.394881

>>394860

Could see a choice between staying inside or hosting a pslime. Then maybe once they agree a go through the infection they are sent to another place staffed by veteran carriers that can help newly infected.

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321fff No.395569

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Just found this. Its pretty cute.

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979fe9 No.402828

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I have been thinking about how Katia and Sylvi met.

Tiny curls of steam rose from the can of tea clenched in Katia’s hands. The park bench felt cold beneath her, the body heat flowing through her suit skirt lost to entropy forever. Sheets of rain blurred the lights of the city beyond the park’s scattered treetops, smudging the night scene into a dull oil painting. She pulled her umbrella down over her head, hugging its steel stem against the suit jacket covering her breasts and trying to lose herself for a moment in the patter of rain against stretched clear plastic. The warmth of the can was once a welcome pleasure on chilly autumn evenings like this one. A dull spike of anxiety shot through her stomache as Katia realised that she could now only note the heat against her hands as one more sensory input to shuffle, one more thought to notice, one more thing to worry about. Even the richly astringent taste of the frothy tea was nothing more than noise against her tongue.

A gentle vibration from the haptic band on her right wrist and a green glow at the edges of her vision announced that her phone had something to tell her. A flick of her eyes upward materialised the cel-shaded figure of a stylised maid projected at reading distance into her glasses. The little maid bowed, a speech bubble appearing above her.

“Madam,” the bubble read in elegant cursive, “have you enjoyed your evening outing? If you make your way home very soon, you can be in bed by 0100. Perhaps the subway as usual?”

The same message - except the time - as a half-hour ago, and an hour ago, and an hour-and-a-half ago. Katia flicked her eyes to the left and then to the right, clearing her vision. She couldn’t be angry since she’d configured the assistant to nag her in this way, it was just that she couldn’t bring herself to move despite the cold. Her imagination wondered for her what it would be like to be buried alive. It would be cold, perhaps, and the suffocation would hurt - but that would soon pass and then she wouldn’t have to wake up again. Perhaps if she sold some of her things first it’d be easier for her parents when they had to clear out her apartment. That would be best, since they’d still be grieving because their daughter had-

Katia realised that her left hand was next to her, squeezing the slats of the bench hard enough to hurt. Her umbrella had listed to one side and a trickle of cold water was soaking her right shoulder. She pulled in a deep breath. This was normal. She was under a lot of stress. It was natural to be stressed when one just wasn’t good enough to keep the tide of life under control. She’d put on weight and had become chubby recently, which surely would not be helping her mind be healthy. Sometimes stressed imaginations looked for ways out. It was just a brain running on fumes, not a serious plan. There was nothing wrong. She just had to try harder. Things would get better. She slowly untensed her left hand and brought it up to caress her own cheek, sighing as she felt her own skin against her face. She stroked down, leaving a trail of viscous slime.

A jolt of adrenaline followed by a shock of disgust flowed through Katia as she tore her hand away from her face and looked at it. A sticky gelatinous stain covered the lower half of her palm, dark purple in the dim lamplight. Gritting her teeth, she scraped the thick ooze against the bench’s edge but this only served to spread it up her palm. A sudden gust of wind knocked her umbrella aside, her long black hair soaked in a moment under the downpour. Nearly sobbing in surprise and frustration, Katia wrestled her umbrella back above her head and shuffled towards the park gate.

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979fe9 No.402829

File: 792c0f3cb735961⋯.png (3.56 MB,2055x3508,2055:3508,ClipboardImage.png)

>>402828

Three cameras identified a woman, 164cm, entering car 5 door 2 of the Ring Line’s clockwise 0012 service and taking a seat on the left side relative to the train’s travel. She was the sole passenger in her visual arc, the system noted, since the two other occupants of the car were sitting together in the anterior priority area (uncontested with no disabled passengers nearby). Age projection 24 to 26, business clothing (black skirt, suit jacket, white frill-fronted shirt) hair damp, inactive AR glasses (no response to individual personal information beacon ping), overweight, gait and blink rate indicitive of fatigue, neutral facial expression, normal skin blush for temperature.

A microsecond auction was conducted for a young professional non-intoxicated female-sex individual travelling alone from a business district, and after a moment six screens nestled in the train’s upper right corner shifted to advertisements for sportswear (aspirational/independence angle), perfume (sexual leverage angle), subscription vingette-style AR immersion drama (crime, instance focus on villian with dominance/murder signifiers angle), plastic surgery (professional advancement/power angle), premix stimulant-cocktail (group female social/sexual adventure angle), and state political candidate (immigration focus, other-race male of similar age making direct eye contact including same-race female in background looking at male; feedback on second factor to be fed back to A/B test cohort). A ten-second testing window confirmed gaze direction and travel but failed to note emotional responses in line with buyer objectives. Further auctions on 30-second intervals yielded similar results except for cold medication which gained a weighted interest factor of 0.58, and so auction objective was shifted from a short-period stimulus objective to a long-period speculative conditioning objective in order to sustain per-screen revenue rates.

All Katia knew was that the usual flood of advertising was making her feel worse than usual. She had no interest in any of these things. She didn’t want to jog in a pair of predictive gel shoes or seduce a CEO or ride along as a serial killer’s girlfriend or change her nose or take designer drugs with her slut BFFs (of which she had none) or vote for whoever was going to bring a population of whatever-the-fuck-he-was into the city-state. When she had reached the station bathroom ten minutes earlier, bedraggled and miserable, the purple sticky patch had already disappeared from her hand. It must have been washed off in the blowing rain. Back in the present, Katia closed her eyes to block out the adver-tainment that had just started playing across three screens directly in front of her. What would she do with the no-doubt handsome men she met together with her slut BFFs anyway? She couldn’t remember feeling sexual desire in months, and even the last time was what she’d describe as “routine” - she had played with herself more to prove she could still get wet rather than because she’d really needed to.

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979fe9 No.402831

File: f64573c15f3f6c5⋯.png (979.96 KB,991x1400,991:1400,ClipboardImage.png)

>>402829

Katia woke to her alarm in a tangled sweat, panting. The pale light spilling around her curtains told her that the sun was only just up; the days were getting shorter. Her body felt as though it was being slowly roasted. With a groan, she reached up and pulled the curtain aside. The light flooded into her room, revealing a sad pile of clothing, a dusty vibrator, several soft toys won long ago, her crumpled duvet thrown off, her AR glasses on their charging plinth, and some cheap metal shelves holding clothing and sundries. Katia reacted to the light with a strangled yell, then desperately funbled at her duvet and pulled it over her head. The light hurt. Why did the light hurt? She needed it to be dark. She was thirsty. She needed to drink. She needed to lie in a cool bath and just suck up all the delicious clean water.

“Flu. That mus’ be it. Got the fuckin’ flu.”

Katia was sick more and more these days with colds, coughs, attacks of weakness, lethergy. She chilled herself so much last night that she must have shot her immune system to bits and finally got a bad case of flu. That explained the photosensitivity and the fever.

“Firs’ thing, Kat. Call in sick.”

With an anguished yelp she managed to claw the curtains shut and drag her futon to the wall opposite the window, crushing a pile of clothes in the process.

“’Attention, Sveta.”

A soft ping from a speaker on the shelf confirmed that her assistant program had recognised its command and was now listening. Katia dictated a quick message to her team lead, letting him know that she’d be out sick for the day and included the usual apologetic noises. She’d learned the hard way that failure to properly genuflect would lead to “gentle attitude coaching” about team spirit and contribution ratios. The monster behind the mask, the strangling hand in the velvet glove. She whimpered at the thought.

After a few minutes of lying on the futon sweating and panting, Katia managed to crawl to the kitchen and pull a bottle of cold water from her refridgerator. The cool fluid felt like utter bliss pouring down her burning throat, and for a moment she simply lay on the cool vinyl floor panting. This was worse than any flu she’d had before. Staggering to her feet, she ripped off the oversize cotton shirt she slept in and stumbled naked to her bathroom. A showerhead and modest tub greeted her, and she wasted no time in turning the water up as hard and as cold as she could manage. She was vaguely aware that she had her mouth open, tongue lolling out as she tried to catch the shower of water in her mouth. After a few minutes her head cleared enough to switch the water flow over to the tub and she pulled herself in, letting the water fill around her.

It felt so comforting and cool that Katia found herself unable to think of anything else except staying there for as long as she could. With a final burst of hard-won lucidity she managed to shut off the flow before sinking as low as she could, nostrils just above the surface. She felt as though she were melting into the water, feeling herself warm it even as it cooled her, currents and eddies blending into her, entering her, dissolving her. She was no longer burning up but was cool and smooth, no longer a shivering woman in a small tub but a ripple in a lake, no longer quite what she was, not sure what else she might be, and above all not certain if she cared.

Hours later, Katia found herself standing naked in her kitchen, dripping. A trail of water lead back to the bathroom. A part of her recoiled at the mess, but her body simply opened the fridge and grabbed at a carton of milk. She pulled back her head and drank all that was left. She watched herself consume the single sad stick of celery, the block of hardened cheese, the pouch of artificially-flavoured nutrition gel, and the packet of premade salad. The fridge now empty, she moved on to finish her last packet of biscuits, scooped out the last of the peanut butter with her fingers, tore up the half-baguette she bought the day before yesterday. She managed to sit down in her desk chair, still naked, before blacking out again.

When she came to she was slumped over her desk, right breast squashed against the edge of her keyboard. The harsh neon color of the light coming from the curtains told her that it was evening again. Shakily she rose to her feet, returned to the kitchen, and drank deeply again. She felt better. Much better. Weak, but she felt relieved. Peaceful. She pulled in a deep breath. The air was musty. She pulled open a window and the sound of rain and traffic washed in on her together with a bewildering mix of scents. Exhaust, her own sweat, smoke, rain, oil, plants, metal, dust, ozone… all hit her at once, the intensity of the experience forcing her to stagger back a few steps.

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979fe9 No.402832

File: c2aa4f41004a406⋯.png (7.97 MB,2480x3508,620:877,ClipboardImage.png)

>>402831

She found her way back to her futon and collapsed on to it. She just lay there for a few moments, before she realised that she was feeling peaceful. It was weak and mixed with confusion, but against Katia’s recent experiences it cut through. She hadn’t felt this way - or anything, for that matter - for months. It was as though she’d suddenly rediscovered a forgotten limb. Exhausted but with a tiny smile, Katia again drifted off to sleep.

She become aware that she was lying in the middle of a forest clearing, impossibly tall trees rising to a twilight sky above her. Soft grass caressed softly against her nude back. She tried to pick out the constellations that her father had taught her as a little girl but somehow the sky had nothing she recognised. Her whole body felt so relaxed and warm and comfortable, she was nearly melting into the ground and floating up to join the stars. Inside her she felt her heart beating, and something else… a throb between her legs, beating in time with her heart. She felt lonely down there, empty, she needed to be touched. Unbidden, her hands tried to move to assist but found themselves frozen in place. But of course they were! She was sleeping. You couldn’t move while asleep, that was just common sense. Her nipples throbbed, painfully erect in the crisp forest air. Her skin was so sensitive, the grass felt so good, and her pussy was so, so lonely and empty.

“Please… I want to be here too.”

A small voice from nowhere in particular, soft, girlish and innocent. It must belong to a kind person, Katia thought, nobody mean can have a voice like that. She giggled, amused at her own naivite. Why not reply? This was a dream, after all.

“Come on then,” Katia replied, her voice far away, “I want to meet you.”

Katia became aware that she was looking at herself from above. Out of the grass around her flowed an irridesent deep purple liquid, clinging in a thin film to her body. It pooled across her belly button and then spread up to envelop her breasts, eliciting a surprised yelp from Katia as she felt the fluid cap over her painfully hard nipples. It stopped halfway up her neck, leaving her face and hair untouched. Meanwhile, her legs and crotch were covered over so tightly that Katia could see every crease and fold of her pussy. Neck to toe was sealed in the wet shiny liquid, clinging like latex to every curve and joint of her body. Katia giggled. She looked sexy! She never looked sexy. But here she was looking so good and feeling so comfortable that she just wanted to go back to her body.

She sank back into herself and just luxuriated in the feeling of being tightly held. But who was this person who wanted to meet her?

“Well?” Katia asked, “Where are you? I want to meet you.”

“I’m here,” replied the voice, so very close to her now, “I’m with you.”

Katia giggled. Of course! Her new clothes could talk because this was a dream. She could move her hands now and luxuriously stroked them slowly down her body. Had she lost weight? She felt much firmer and less flabby, no wonder she looked so good in the purple liquid.

“Ooh!” yelped the voice, “That tickles! But it also feels good. I’m Sylvi! Hello!” The liquid pulled in around her, giving her a full-body hug.

“It’s nice to meet you, Sylvi,” said Katia, “and that felt good for me too. I’m Katia. Hmmm…” She idly explored her covered vulva, a little disappointed that she was no longer able to do anything except press against her hard clit through the liquid layer even though her pussy felt so hungry.

“U-um! Katia, I-I-”, Sylvi’s voice paused for a moment before continuing, “I can help you with, you know… If you want…”

Katia giggled and stretched her arms back out to either side, lying spread-eagle on the soft grass. It was a dream - why not let the nice voice help her with her achingly empty pussy?

“Sure. Sylvi, right? I’d love your help.”

“O-Oh! Oh! Thank you!” The liquid gave her another full-body squeeze. “I’m so excited! This is my first real time, you know.”

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979fe9 No.402833

File: 3e265bbad222f24⋯.png (1.23 MB,917x1200,917:1200,ClipboardImage.png)

>>402832

The liquid suddenly began roiling and pressing against Katia, holding her tight and yet softly massaging her. Her breasts were being held so firmly and her nipples were being suckled by what felt like two little soft rubber rings. Her waist was squeezed gently, what felt like two firm thumbs pressing into the hollows of her hips from the front, making her womb throb with each heartbeat. Her buttocks were spread apart and a pleasent pressure applied against her anus, gently circling and pressing just enough to make Katia feel deliciously naughty, bringing back sun-drenched memories of girlhood experiments with her soft toys. Her pussy was spread and caressed, the occasional pull and sucking sensation on her clit only serving to make the ache deep within her only more pronounced.

“Ah-ah, ah! Sylvi! This is amazing!”, Katia’s voice slipped out between wet moans.

“Ehehe~ I’m happy! I learned your body so I could make you feel this way. I- um, I…” Katia felt a pressing against her slick entrance, practically humping back against the liquid to encourage it into her as Sylvi continued, “I… can I stay? With you. I want to. Please! Let me?”

Katia’s hands grabbed into the earth, bracing herself with handfuls of grass as she worked her hips, lewdly humping the air. It felt so good that she couldn’t even feel herself breathing anymore, her skin and womb and arse and pussy were her whole exitstence. What was this silly Sylvi even asking? How could Katia allow her to leave after they’d shared this?

“Au-ngh! Yes! Yes! Of course! Stay! Please! Please! Sylvi! Stay!”

“…I….I…” A tiny happy sniffle. “…thank you, Katia.”

Katia’s legs rose into the air, her body completely open. She felt the liquid suddenly drain down, uncovering her neck, uncovering her breasts, uncovering her feet and flowing up her legs, all of it flowing up into her pussy, filling her, completing her, pressing so deliciously and completely against her womb that she pulled her head back and screamed, her body shattering into a thousand of a thousand tiny pieces as she came like a burst dam, her core exploding and yet so wonderfully whole, full, complete…

Katia woke to her alarm in a tangled sweat, panting. The pale light spilling around her curtains told her that the sun was only just up; the days were getting shorter. Her body felt light and supple, the feel of cotton against skin sending waves of delight through her. The light flooded into her room, revealing her crotch clad in a pair of plain-cut irridescent purple panties, connected by thin strands to a nearly see-through bustier, connected by a single strap to a soft choker around her neck. Still in her post-dream, post-orgasm haze, Katia brought her fingers up to gently feel the band enclosing her neck. She felt a soft pressure against her left ear before her new night-clothes gave her a playful little squeeze.

“Ehehe~ Good morning, Katia! Sylvi is so excited! Let’s look after each other, okay?”

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8fc954 No.402849

>>402833

I like how wholesome you've made parasite slimes

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321fff No.402857

>>402829

>>402828

>>402831

>>402832

>>402833

That was fucking excellent dude. I loved every moment of it. Honestly thought this thread was forgotten.

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3bbdfe No.402880

File: 64f8f7805136ce1⋯.jpeg (410.07 KB,1824x2048,57:64,D8053D9D-A792-4345-8C7A-5….jpeg)

>>402849

Some parasite slimes are good girls who just want to help.

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321fff No.402881

File: dd0b7b7f50efdc8⋯.jpg (74.43 KB,889x1200,889:1200,Parasite Slime-Slime Carri….jpg)

File: 5495140e0f1f83c⋯.jpg (71.82 KB,889x1200,889:1200,Parasite Slime-Slime Carri….jpg)

>>402880

>Some parasite slimes are good girls who just want to help.

Anon dont be mean. All parasite slimes are good girls. Some are just misunderstood!

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68d706 No.406677

File: bd0eaca73921501⋯.jpg (752.12 KB,1430x1337,1430:1337,Lil_Stormy_the_Storm_Chase….jpg)

I wonder if Parasite Slime explains how a Water Spirit can assume a somewhat humanoid facsimile and color scheme as Lil' Stormy does

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