/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>394166

Enjoy

>>394178

I don't think he asked you anything? what this post for me?

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>>394166

The fuck is wrong with your fetishes anon?

>>394166

I prefer it more when the girl and the slime are portrayed as friends helping each other rather than their "canon" portrayal.

I like the parasite slime model where the slime and carrier have distinct identities that blur from time to time. The carrier is still herself and the slime is still herself but because they live in each others’ body their minds are wrapped around each other comfortably. They feel each others’ involuntary twitches, heartbeat, breath, sweat, and might even have a limited form of hormonal coupling that permits the slime to assist healing, arousal, etc. The slime can speak because being a good companion to the carrier is an evolutionary advantage, and the two would very quickly fall into a system of nonverbal communication that would appear to outsiders as almost telepathy.

>Katia the carrier is resting quietly and looks up to see the man she likes

>Sylvi, her slime, is slumbering while withdrawn inside Katia’s body but instinctively feels Katia’s pussy give a slight twitch of arousal and feels the thump of her heartbeat quickening

>Katia feels Sylvi stirring and then a little “good morning” thump; she knows why Sylvi has woken up

>A thin tendril of warm slime slides up her back, around her neck, and gently settles in behind her left ear

>Sylvi’s tendril-tip vibrates gently, transferring her voice directly into Katia’s ear by bone conduction

>“Mmm, it’s him again, isn’t it?”

>Katia sharply tightens her abdominal muscles so they suddenly squeeze the bulk of Sylvi’a resivoir, their shorthand for “shut up”

>“Hehehe, I knew it! Let me take a look~”

>a thin coating of slime flows up over Katia’s belly and between her breasts, forming into what looks to a casual observer like a shiny, sticky bustier over her décolletage - just enough for Sylvi to form a semi-transparent light-sensing organ

>Katia clears her throat and Sylvi understands, sending a tendril up around Katia’s throat that looks like a tasteful choker linked to the bustier, perfect for sending subvocalised speech

>“Sylvi, we’re in public. Don’t you dare.”

>“Aaaaw, but he’s right there. Don’t you wanna catch his eye? Just get close to him and I can find out what pheromones will make him yours. Pleeease? I love you but I’ve been so hungry… c’mon, don’t you wanna fall even more in love with him? Don’t you wanna… ehehe…”

>“…!…”

>Katia’s breath catches in her throat as Sylvi excitedly sloshes about, “accidentally” flowing over her crotch and giving a little squeeze over her vulva

>“Sylvi!”

>“Cmoooooon, I know how bad you want him. Your skin and juices taste different when you look at him, I know you’re feeling the same hunger I am. Don’t you wanna maaaaarry him?”

>Katia’s hands ball into fists as Sylvi’s familiar tendrils slip up into her pussy, gently and familiarly giving a gentle thump in the space just past her cervix

>“Don’t you want him to do this too? Please? Don’t you want him to pin you down and make you hia, just flood himself into… ehehe, you know…”

>Sylvi is always strangely reluctant to talk directly about Katia’s pussy, which Katia has always thought strange for a monster that partially lives there

>“My what?”

>“…your… your… pussy?”

>Katia’s face breaks out into a small smile and she puts her hand on her belly, rubbing gently where Sylvi’s main resivour sits just above her womb

>“Our pussy.”

>>394266

>>394324

>what happens if one attempts to separate a parasite slime and her carrier?

Seven Seas' translation of the image's caption: "Removing the visible slime does nothing. It was said that this girl's foul temperament grew much more pleasant after she was saved from such a monster. But ignorance of her hidden, monstrous nature would lead to grave consequences indeed."

If the parasite slime alters the host by modifying the endocrine system (especially the hypothalamus), then it is impossible to surgically remove.

>Where does Sylvi’s “reservoir” reside exactly? The empty spaces in Katia’s abdomen?

While small amounts of fluid can be stored in the peritoneal cavity, a significant amount (>25 mL) can impair the activity of the diaphragm and make breathing difficult. The story implies that the resevoir resides in place of Katia's uterus and exits through Katia's vagina.

>How does Sylvi exit Katia’s body? Through her veins and pores?

A slime certainly couldn't move through the circulatory system without severely impairing bloodflow. Dense slime also couldn't be excreted from the skin like sweat since sweat vaporous. The slime could heavily modify or outright supplant dermal and lymphatic tissues to create a kind of slime-transmission system that allows small amounts of slime to be excreted from modified pores. The MGE profile states that the slime restructures the host's organs, and what shogs do to their masters in MGE is certainly more complicated, so slime-lymph systems could be compatible with KC's cannon if that matters to you.

>How much effect/control does Sylvi have on Katia’s internal processes?

Probably as much control as you can get without modifying intracellular processes.

>What does Sylvi eat if they don’t have a man?

I'd guess she takes some of the products of Katia's gastrointestinal tract and processes them with whatever the slime equivalent of cellular respiration is.

>How much do their thoughts influence/mold each other?

I outlines potential degrees of cognitive interconnectedness here >>394226

Sylvie and Katia are a bit closer to option 2 than 3, but looking back on it I understated the effects of option 3. The Hogan twins can see through each other's eyes and they always feel the same emotions, but they have distinct preferences and personalities. I remembered the twins' communication being nonverbal, but that's probably wrong since they call it "talking in our heads". Option 2 still wouldn't have internal dialogue, but option 3 would.

>>394324

I used Katia and Sylvi as example specimens to explore ideas of how a conscious symbiotic slime parasite would live side-by-side with a carrier without requiring any neurological integration, and how neurological integration wasn't necessary to have both entities regard it as "their" body and be happy to share it. They turned out cuter than I expected so perhaps I'll explore other parts of their life together.

To answer these questions I will define some simple shorthand to describe different parts of Sylvi. Because Sylvi is a parasite slime (or pslime, which is a cute shorthand), she appears as a viscous blob that has the ability to form psuedopods, climb surfaces, and cling to things. (Because she is a pslime, she cannot form into a woman's image.) I refer to Sylvi's "slime stuff" as "mass".

<Variable Mass: Mass that has no particular specialised function from moment to moment. Standard "vanilla" slimes are almost entirely comprised of variable mass for their entire lives. Variable mass can be used to form temporary organs including sensory organs, speech organs, and other useful contrivances.

<Permanent Mass: Mass that has been devoted to particular functions and cannot be withdrawn and repurposed. Standard "vanilla" slimes' only permanent mass is their core. Parasite slimes must integrate with their hosts in certain ways (supplementing organs and creating new anatomical structures) and they lay down permanent mass to do this. This is one reason why a carrier and slime cannot be separated once the pslime infection has completed.

<Reserve Mass: Shorthand for variable mass that is not being used for anything in particular, and which can be called upon when the pslime needs it. I call anywhere inside the carrier that a pslime prefers to place reserve mass a "reservoir".

>Where does Sylvi’s “reservoir” reside exactly? The empty spaces in Katia’s abdomen?

I envisioned it as existing in a kind of flat, curved pocket surrounding Katia's guts. Sylvi has indeed modified many of Katia's abdominal organs using permanent mass and has some of her reserve mass residing around those as padding, but the bulk of her reserve mass resides in the abdominal reservoir when it is not being used elsewhere. Note that Sylvi's total volume is actually quite small because she has not entered "mount" stage, in which a parasite slime grows rapidly and the majority of their mass is variable mass that must exist more or less permanently outside the carrier.

>How does Sylvi exit Katia’s body? Through her veins and pores?

Part of the anatomical restructuring that a parasite slime performs is the creation of a new opening at the very top of the vagina, opening into the recto-uterine pouch. This opening is permanently occupied by a strand of variable mass and regulated by permanent mass that forms a series of sphincters. Kaitia mostly does not notice Sylvi's movement through this duct, but Sylvi is also capable of pushing variable mass against the closed duct, which Kaitia experiences as a pleasurable "thumping" sensation. If done forcefully and rhymically, Kaitia would experience this as a similar sensation to a penis hitting the very back of her vagina. Per >>394332's assumption, Sylvi is also capable of projecting variable mass through Kaitia's lymphatic system at a much slower rate if she needs to be stealthy, but usually prefers to simply send tendrils over the exterior of the latter's body because it is faster.

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>>394358 (continued)

>What does Sylvi eat if they don’t have a man? Katia’s quim?

Sylvi subsists on some of the same nutrients as a human, and gains her subsistence mana from the remnants of food that Katia eats. Changes to Katia's diet include a much greater need for fresh food (because its residual mana content is richer and cleaner) and a lot more water with a preference for non-chlorinated sources. Sylvi does absorb and "taste" Kaitia's vaginal secretions but these are more micronutrient than diet.

>How much effect/control does Sylvi have on Katia’s internal processes?

Sylvi has become part of many of Kaitia's internal physiological processes. It is not accurate to say that she "controls" them any more than you "control" your own digestion. I have outlined some examples of ways in which Sylvi has changed Kaitia's needs by virtue of the latter now being a slime carrier. They are two creatures that symbiotically share biological support systems.

>How much do their thoughts influence/mold each other?

Normally, there is no neurological integration between Kaitia's CNS and Sylvi's body. Because they are two sentient entities that share body systems, they would appear to an outsider to be able to "read" each others' thoughts, but this is merely the result of having very rich and constant physical proximity that leads to a very, very strong familiarity between them.

Before the Demon Lord's effects, Parasite Slimes were presumably quite dangerous "zombifying" creatures. Post-DL pslimes are sentient and have formed much less directly coercive relationships with their hosts (though the precise relationship between pslime and carrier depends on the pre-infection personality of both), they are in emergencies capable of very crude coupling to motor nerves in order to protect or pilot their carrier out of danger. If the carrier is unconscious when this happens then the effect is akin to inexpert puppetry, and if the carrier is conscious and also trying to use their body then the effect is akin to a directed seizure. Both types might be described as appearing somewhat nightmarish.

>And (as a more general question) what happens if one attempts to separate a parasite slime and her carrier?

Death for both. A fully-infected woman is not a human woman any longer, but a monster called a "slime carrier". A pslime cannot separate from her carrier, having laid down permanent mass coupled to the host's anatomy. If a carrier is killed, the pslime will die quickly afterward, and if the pslime is killed, the carrier will quickly die afterward.

>>394363

>Depending on the nature of the host, I figure laying some new foundations in the brain's basement (hypothalamus and basal ganglia) may be necessary. You wouldn't want a slime carrier with all the negative inclinations of a 3DPD after all.

You're right. I excluded what I loosely termed neurological integration (i.e. no routine direct control of body, direct communication of mental speech, or control/insertion of thoughts) but I would note that per a mention in >>394266 there is strong interaction via the endocrine system and a strong coupling of the reozoic (mana) system between slime and carrier. I envision pslimes as being very sensitive to their carrier's endocrine activity; removal and addition of hormones from the bloodstream is how they secure a home, influence behaviour, and (in more symbiotic relationships) how they assist in repairing their carrier. (Alteration and integration with the hypothalamus would be an elegant way to achieve this control, but I am deliberately avoiding any integration with the CNS as part of this exercise.)

One might point out here that being able to influence the endocrinal environment of a carrier is basically controlling the carrier's thoughts anyway, and you'd be right. A slime carrier is not merely a normal woman that happens to be carrying a pslime; they are always changed by the infection in some way. I mention in >>394359 that I envision the nature of the final slime+carrier combination being dependent on the pre-infection personality of both slime and carrier, and in the case where the carrier is 3DPD of the worst kind a pslime's influence could be interpreted as a kind of deep brainwash as the carrier is altered and trained to think and feel in ways more agreeable to the pslime, just as in the KC profile. Different pslimes may alter host behaviour in different ways, with some aggressively overwriting host personality by keeping them in an oxytocin haze, others that enhance the host by finely tuning and compensating for imbalances, and others that simply ride along and only tweak things where absolutely necessary. I see some of these tweaks as partly instinctive and automatic on the pslime's part, and others being conscious skills that the pslime learns by trial and error during their life inside the carrier.

I should also point out that the carrier influences the pslime through this coupling as well. A sudden jolt of adrenaline will be immediately felt by the pslime as much as the carrier. When a carrier becomes aroused of her own accord, the pslime will feel the cocktail of hormones too. Something that alarms the carrier is likely to agitate the pslime as well (although the pslime might be able to tweak the relevant signal hormones in the case of e.g. phobias). This is why well-synchronised pslimes and their carriers appear telepathic: They have, at a deep level, learned to "taste" each others' endocrine activity.

Shall we drop in on Katia and Sylvi again? This time we'll observe how endocrine interaction works between slime and carrier.

>Sylvi is a little bored, as she always is while Katia is working

>Katia's work attire has plenty of covered paths where Sylvi could safely send her tendrils to embrace and caress her carrier but Katia has made her promise to not do that while she's working, says there's too many other people around who might spot something moving at just the wrong time and that it's "inappropriate", whatever that means

>Sylvi has had to content herself with a single thin tendril leading up over the back of Katia's neck under the cover of her hair, then up and over one arm of her glasses

>Katia picked out a thick frame especially close to Sylvi's natural dark pink colour especially because that would mean Sylvi didn't have to work too hard to keep her colour different

>Katia is so nice to Sylvi! Sylvi loves Katia!

>The tendril is just thick enough at the end that Sylvi can form a little sight-bubble that Katia told her looked just like a little imperfection in the frame

>She can only see a very little bit and only very vaguely, but it's enough that she can feel she's working together with Katia

>Sylvi does not understand Katia's work

>Katia has tried to explain it to Sylvi a few times and it sounds interesting but Sylvi does not really understand

>Sylvi is also Katia's underwear today!

>She is being very well-behaved and not playing with their pussy even though that makes Katia feel good

>She has also formed into a nice cheeky cut so that she is not pressed against the chair when Katia sits down

>Although that can be nice too - ehehe~ - but just not for hours at a time when she can't do anything back

>Just recently Sylvi was able to form into a little ball just outside their pussy and Katia straddled and pressed their pussy down into her a lot!

>Sylvi really loves it when they practice for their future husband

>And there was another time when-

>Sylvi suddenly feels cold and quivery, snapped straight out of her reverie

>With a little effort she manages to stay frozen and not move her tendril though the adrenaline rush

>Sylvi becomes hyper-aware of everything all at once but through the bombardment of information manages to notice that Katia is looking at the bright-and-dark pattern that she calls "ee male"

>Katia's heartbeat has spiked and suddenly sounds very loud

>A sour taste appears in Katia's blood

>Sylvi carefully pulls her tendril back over the arm of Katia's glasses slowly and carefully, then as soon as she's out of sight on Katia's neck she swiftly flows it down her back and into the mass she's using to be Katia's underwear, unconsciously pulling some back up and into her reservoir to compensate

>Now that she can't see, all she can do is taste and feel

>Katia's breaths are coming deep and slow, she's trying to calm herself down, her heart rate is a little lower but the sour taste isn't going away

>Sylvi waits a few breaths more

>The sour taste explodes into bitter burn, Katia's heart rate suddenly hammers, and her breathing becomes ragged with a little suppressed whimper that only Sylvi can hear

>Sylvi knows this pattern just as well as Katia does

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>>394385

(continuing 2/2)

>Sylvi focuses her mind on how much she loves Katia and begins pulling the multiplying sour burning bitterness into herself

>It hurts a little, but not as much as she loves Katia

>Pull in Katia-poison, separate, flush, return Sylvi-love, repeat

>Sylvi feels Katia get up and walk

>Pull in Katia-poison, separate, flush, return Sylvi-love, repeat

>Katia's gait trips but recovers after only a little stumble

>Pull in Katia-poison, separate, flush, return Sylvi-love, repeat

>The dull thump of hand against door, the muffled click of latch

>Pull in Katia-poison, separate, flush, return Sylvi-love, repeat

>Sudden cold and feel of tile against her underwear-self though Katia's skirt

>Pull in Katia-poison, separate, flush, return Sylvi-love, repeat

>She feels Katia retch a little but doesn't feel any outflow from her stomach-wrap-self

>Katia's breath is ragged but getting regular

>A few moments pass and then Sylvi feels the sharp triple-squeeze against her reservoir that signifies "safe place"

>Sylvi immediately floods out a wide tentacle that she splits into a seeing-tendril, a hearing-tendril, and a speaking-tendril

>The seeing-tendril shows her a sweat-soaked Katia slumped over a closed toilet in a latched cubicle, panting and exhausted

>Katia gives Sylvi's seeing-tendril a wan smile

>Sylvi loves Katia! Sylvi wants Katia to be happy! She doesn't understand the Katia-poison and she doesn't understand the ee male and she doesn't know what to say to help

>So she gently presses her speaking-tendril up under Katia's ear and hums the opening song to the Annie May that Katia sometimes watches together with Sylvi when she wants to feel better

>Katia laughs a little - a haggard laugh, but a genuine laugh - and taps her throat

>Sylvi nestles her hearing-tendril into the hollow of Katia's throat so that she can hear Katia's quiet murmur

>"Thank you, Sylvi. I know that was you keeping the worst of the attack away. Can't have been nice in there."

>It wasn't - Sylvi still feels a little silty from the Katia-posion, but Sylvi is so happy that Katia is all right

>Sylvi thickens her tentacle and splits off a new handling-tendril, curling it around Katia's hand and squeezing tightly

>Katia squeezes it back

>"Hey, Sylvi. Want do you want to eat for dinner tonight?"

>"S… Steak. I want steak. Cow steak."

>"Alright. Steak it is. We'll go down to that butcher and I'll buy some of the real good stuff, organic and as recently slaughtered as they'll sell me. I'll cook it up nice and rare and then we'll have a nice night in together."

>Sylvi is very happy to have such a nice carrier. Sylvi loves Katia!

>Maybe Sylvi can use some of her new mass to give Katia bigger breasts? Maybe their future husband would like that! But she doesn't know whether their future husband likes big ones, medium ones, or small ones, so maybe she'll wait until she knows

>Oooh, what kind of underwear would he like Sylvi to be on Katia? Ehehe~

>>394360

Perhaps we'll jump back to the infection later.

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.

Just found this. Its pretty cute.

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.

—

>>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.

>>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.

>>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.”

>>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?”

>>402849

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

>>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!

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