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The other slime was moving happily off. She seemed like a lovely, nude woman, aside from the fact that she was made of usually-transparent golden slime. That was about all they had in common. Xetal was leaner, harder, smaller in the chest, beautiful rather than cute. And instead of the vacant smile of her progenitor, she had her mouth set in a thin line of determination.
The memories she'd inherited told her that the other slime was likely to continue west, into the swamps around Lockacre. But her new instincts didn't pull her the same way. That land was too empty, right up until the walls of the human city, which had weathered invasion and siege for a hundred years or more. To the West was little better. Jungle stretched all the way to the sea, and if it was more hospitable than a city, it had no more potential for a kingdom than a swamp.
North and South were the only real options. North were the highlands, leading into the foothills of the mountains dividing Amazonia from Crolia. South were the steaming plains that bordered the jungle. There were more people to the South, but that could be as much bad as good.
Though of course there was also one person right where she was. The woman was nothing terribly much to look at - short black hair, modest breasts, a pussy dripping with her own cum and slime. She was blinking on the edge of consciousness from her ordeal, completely nude on the grass. Her clothes lay to one side, in a trail where they'd been stripped from her as she tried to flee, leading to the pack the human woman had been carrying when Xetal - or whatever she'd been, then - had surprised her. It was about even odds if the woman would awaken or fall into sleep.
The memories she'd inherited told her that the other slime was likely to continue west, into the swamps around Lockacre. But her new instincts didn't pull her the same way. That land was too empty, right up until the walls of the human city, which had weathered invasion and siege for a hundred years or more. To the West was little better. Jungle stretched all the way to the sea, and if it was more hospitable than a city, it had no more potential for a kingdom than a swamp.
North and South were the only real options. North were the highlands, leading into the foothills of the mountains dividing Amazonia from Crolia. South were the steaming plains that bordered the jungle. There were more people to the South, but that could be as much bad as good.
Though of course there was also one person right where she was. The woman was nothing terribly much to look at - short black hair, modest breasts, a pussy dripping with her own cum and slime. She was blinking on the edge of consciousness from her ordeal, completely nude on the grass. Her clothes lay to one side, in a trail where they'd been stripped from her as she tried to flee, leading to the pack the human woman had been carrying when Xetal - or whatever she'd been, then - had surprised her. It was about even odds if the woman would awaken or fall into sleep.
EP: 106
OOC: I'm not going to track HP (since slimes don't have HP) or PP. Since you can resist pleasure damage at will, orgasms and any consequences of that will be purely RP/fluff, not mechanical.
OOC: I'm not going to track HP (since slimes don't have HP) or PP. Since you can resist pleasure damage at will, orgasms and any consequences of that will be purely RP/fluff, not mechanical.
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