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I wrote this years ago, but never polished it up for posting anywhere.
It's pretty dark, probably too dark for MGE. BUT! It's about Dark Slimes and they never get mentioned. So without further ado...
Violetted
>You’re anon.
>You have a nice-ish apartment. Not great sound insulation, but it’s a quiet neighborhood.
>Or it was.
>Violet is your next door neighbor.
>She moved in a year or so ago.
>She’s a dark slime.
>And kind of a jerk.
>But always in ways that seem to explode in her face.
>You actually feel sorry for her.
>If she didn’t have mind control powers, you’re absolutely certain she would be unable to function in society.
>For example, she’s been really, really free with helping any interested women “transition.”
>She went from the only dark slime in the building to 1 of at least 6 dark slimes.
>She seems to have started close to home, as the new dark slimes include women in the apartments above yours, below yours, and next to yours.
>Violet, of course, has one of the apartments next to yours, too.
>So you’re basically totally surrounded by dark slimes.
>And night after night after night, you now have to hear a chorus of horny dark slimes fucking.
>Noise complaints are hopeless. The apartment manager is a queen slime.
>She made some suggestions about how she and you can “fight fire with fire” and you noped out.
>She was genuinely disappointed, too.
>Violet making a bunch of additional slimes has apparently been hard on all the slime girls in the neighborhood, and they’re mad at her over it.
>Apparently an area can only support so many slime girls before they start competing for resources--in this case, the subset of men horny for slimegirls.
>David Attenborough, eat your heart out.
>That’s not all that Violet’s done that’s inconvenienced you.
>She’s destroyed a steady stream of your cooking equipment.
>Mixers. A food processor. A power drill.
>She swore it was all for cooking.
>You’re guessing she likes to feed guys or something?
>Whatever she’s trying to do, she’s bad at it.
>Everything comes back broken, with a half-hearted apology and a promise to replace it.
>So far she has always come through.
>But.
>She borrowed your blender last month.
>Then, “Somehow, the motor burned out” while she had it.
>It’s a top-of-the-line Vitamix. What the hell did she do with it?
>She said she’d get you a replacement.
>Still hasn’t.
>You hear a knock at the door.
>It’s late.
>Not bedtime, exactly.
>But too late for this knock to be appropriate.
>Out the peephole you can see it’s a dark slime. So, it could be literally any of your neighbors. You don’t know. They’re hard to tell apart through a crappy peephole view.
<“Open up, Anon! We need to talk.”
>Oh, it’s Violet.
>The other, baby dark slimes are all incredibly trigger happy with their charm powers.
>Violet’s never charming on any level. It’s like she just assumes everyone finds her charming and no longer bothers using her powers to make it actually happen.
>You let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
>She’s definitely not bearing a replacement Vitamix.
>And thus she probably wants something else now.
>You open the door.
<“I came to ask you for a favor.”
>She pushes her way into your apartment uninvited as she speaks.
<“A favor only you can give me.”
“C’mon, Violet. It’s late.”
<“I have… needs. Needs that I should be able to fulfill for myself, but can’t.”
“No, I’m not going to sleep with you. Not even if you charm me. Like, I mean that. I will never succumb to that with you. I know it in my heart.”
<“That’s not how that works. Your psychic defenses are middling at best and I could have you eating my hand in five minutes if I really wanted to.”
>You open your door all the way and start waving her out.
<“OK, sorry. I need you to do something for me.”
<“Yes, it’s sexual. But charmed people won’t do it right.”
<“And you’re the only person I know I’ve never tried to charm.”
“What? Like literally just me?”
<“Yeah. I was born a dark slime--we charm people pretty much on instinct.”
“Creepy.”
>She shrugs.
<“I’m just really charismatic, is all.”
>You wince.
<“See? I never did it to you, so you can’t tell how charismatic I really am!”
“I don’t think it works like that.”
<“Noted.”
>That was a faster dismissal than usual when she clearly planned to ignore you.
<“Now about that favor?”
“I’m not agreeing to it. Just… what is it this time?”
“Because you burned out the motor in my blender and still haven’t paid me back for it.”
>She looks annoyed.
<“I said I’ll pay you back and I meant it! Just gimme time to get it shipped, Mr. overpriced meme blender.”
<“And it’s pretty simple, really.”
<“All I need you to do is put your hand inside me.
<“Then grab my core.”
<“And squeeze it until… I ask you to stop.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
<“OK, so, I’m a non-Newtonian fluid, and that means when you jostle me too much, I get harder.”
<“So don’t do that, or you might get hurt.”
<“But as long as you don’t make any sudden moves you’ll be OK! Incidentally, that’s also why people trying to escape a slimegirl tend to stay caught--you all panic and struggle and we hold you in place that way.”
>You get this vague feeling like most slimegirls wouldn’t just explain that about themselves.
“Still no.”
>You show her the door. Again. Just leaving it open in vain hope she’ll take you up on walking out it.
<“C’mon, wait!”
<“Let me explain.”
<“Anybody I hit with a charm spell also will refuse to do anything, er, dangerous-looking to me. Which this is. So they stop before I cum-complete the test.”
“Man, no. All you do is borrow stuff from me, somehow break it, and then eventually replace it. We’re neighbors, not fuck buddies.”
“What did you even do with all these things to break them, anyway?”
>An unhappy thought crosses your mind.
“Violet, did you… did you break my blender by having sex with it?”
>Violet looks stricken. No poker face at all.
<“What? No, of course not.”
<“I tried to have sex with it and the damn thing broke before I really got going.”
“Good Lord! How?”
>She somehow manages to look sheepish.
<“Well, my core is extremely sensitive, so I extruded it into the blender and turned it on.”
>You feel gross and look away. She’s literally describing a scene from a horror movie.
<“It was exquisite! For like 10 seconds. Then the motor stopped and burned out.”
“Couldn’t that have hurt you? Like, isn’t that basically your heart? Are you suicidal?”
>She looks confused.
<“Try to think of it as an enormous clitoris that only feels pleasure no matter what you do to it.”
<“Like seriously no matter what.”
“So it didn’t hurt you?”
<“Oh, no, it hurt me. It just also feels incredibly pleasurable.”
<“But yes, it’s also technically kind of my heart, soul, and brain.”
<“And clitoris.”
“I don’t want things to get even weirder.”
<“I will make it my business to weird you out if you don’t.”
“Charming people don’t resort to threats the second someone tells them no.”
>She frowns, then pulls out her cell phone and starts tapping on it.
<“See?”
<“I ordered your damn blender already.”
<“It’ll be here in a week or two because I cheaped out on shipping.”
>She shows you her phone and she’s telling the truth.
“So, your negotiation tactic is to say you’re going to replace what you broke?”
<“Yeah, because I’m a nice girl.”
>Not really.
“You know what, charm me. I don’t care if you do some weird sex thing to me if it means it’ll at least be more normal than this.”
>She shakes her head.
<“No.”
<“I want you to do this for me. I trust you.”
“Well, thanks. But I don’t want to.”
<“That’s not a no.”
“You’re splitting that hair mighty fine, Violet.”
<“Look, all you gotta do is grab me.”
<“And squeeze.”
<“If it works the way I think it will, from your perspective it won’t even be sexual.”
<“So it’ll be like… fixing a door that sticks! Or some other domestic chore. I don’t know.”
“I swear, you get up to the weirdest shit. OK, how long will this take? I want to go to bed.”
>You just want this to be over with and you suspect it’ll be faster to just do it than keep arguing.
>She’d probably call this part of her charm working on you.
>You reach out for her.
<“Don’t do it yet!”
>You stop.
“Make up your mind!”
<“OK, if I say stop you need to stop. And if I start to turn into a puddle, you need to keep going. Do you understand?”
“I guess?”
<“I need you to verbalize it. I need you to keep going even if I start to turn into a puddle. Even if I’m just goo on the ground I need you to keep going. Only stop when I say so.”
“OK, fine--only stop when you say so.”
<“All right. And I might not be able to speak for some of this. In that case, I’ll try to make a big “O” shaped hole in myself somewhere. That also means Stop.”
“Yeah, Ok. The hole means stop. Stop means stop. Everything else means keep grabbing it.”
<“While I can still talk I might have more instructions.”
“Whatever. Let’s go.”
>She nods.
>You slowly push your hand inside her.
>She’s warmer than you expected.
<“OK, good start. Now grab my c--”
>You’ve grabbed it.
>She’s completely seized up.
<“Squeeze.”
>You squeeze it gently. It feels… very confusing. It was soft as an egg yolk, but when you started to squeeze it began to firm up.
<“Harder.”
>You squeeze a little more firmly.
<“Harder!”
>You start putting a little more actual pressure into it. You’re definitely not just grabbing it now. The core’s more like a peeled orange now, and you’re just about to juice it in your hand.
>Dark slimes don’t breathe. They just kind of move around and vibrate to talk or make noises.
>Violet is not moving. And she’s not really making any noises.
<“Harder! Please. Please harder.”
>Her voice betrays a deep lust that you don’t understand at all.
<“Please.”
>You’re starting to get worried about hurting her.
>You squeeze a little harder. She’s like an apple now.
“Holy shit!”
>Her face. Her face is melting. It’s like a wax candle in the heat. It’s disturbing.
>She was right. This is… nothing like sex.
>This is pure body horror.
>Weird, gummy person body horror.
>Your grip on her core loosens.
<“Harder harder harder harder harder harder.”
>You genuinely cannot detect anything that looks like arousal from her, and when she says harder it almost sounds mechanical.
>You decide to get more serious to get this over with, and start squeezing as hard as you can.
<“good”
>That barely sounded like speech.
>It’s like everything she’s saying is being run through a bunch of random audio filters. Mostly ones that add gurgles and static.
<“both.”
“Both what?”
<“hands”
“You want me to use both hands?”
<“yes”
>OK, why not?
>You put your other hand into her, and grasp the core.
>You’re now holding her cantaloupe-sized core in both hands.
>You start squeezing with the other as well.
>Her core’s basically a rock at this point. You’re almost out of energy to keep squeezing and your hand hurts.
>And her face and upper torso are like a melted candle. She’s genuinely disturbing to behold.
<“push”
“I am pushing!”
<“hands”
<“together”
>Oh, she wants you to squeeze with each hand while pushing them together.
>You try that.
>And fall over.
>She’s splashed to the ground and you’ve lost your grip.
>You’re also in a sea of purple slime, so you’re regretting keeping your clothes on.
>Kind of.
<“No, no, no, no! Go back! Go back! Almost there!”
>Ugh. You’re on your knees among her mass.
>May as well.
>You grasp her core as it floats just above the ground, and you just start squeezing the hell out of it with both hands while pushing it together.
<“Thank”
>You realize you can just put your entire weight against her core and push it into the ground now.
>You try it.
>She’s bubbling. She’s a roiling, bubbling, roiling mess.
>She is completely incoherent now.
>You keep going. She’s still doing stuff that makes you think she could form a hole in herself.
>After another minute, you start to get tired, and you slip off her core.
>Ugh. You landed in her.
<“cumming cumming cumming cumming cumming cumming I’m cumming. Oh, Maou, I’m cumming!”
>She’s technically capable of speech again. So, that’s over.
>You’re done with all this.
“OK, can you reform yourself and get out?”
>You’re literally talking to a pool of slime.
<“No. Not yet. That was perfect, Anon.”
<“You were perfect.”
<“But I can’t move yet.”
>You wander to the bathroom. You managed to get Violet to reabsorb herself, so you’re basically clean.
>But you feel dirty.
>Dirty and sick and wrong.
>And now you have a fully satiated dark slime in your foyer.
>You splash water in your face and stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror.
>Shouldn’t have let her talk you into this.
>You need to be less of a pushover.
>And you just want to fall asleep and forget.
“How about now?”
<“OK, figured something out.”
<“A slime core provides that much pleasure because it's my mana store.”
<“And I’ve been kind of… converting my essence into pleasure.”
<“Which is amazing.”
<“But I didn’t account for how inefficient it is.”
<“You’re a big goose egg, Anon. I got nothing from you. I get more mana from random strangers than you.”
<“So, lil help?”
<“Just a quick fuck to get me on my way?”
<“Don’t leave me hangin’, Anon. I’m stuck here until you do!”
>You go to bed.
<“C’mon, buddy!”
<“Not cool.”