Altara's Addiction: The Ooze Creature
Altara's Addiction
Episode I: The Ooze Creature
by Von Krieger
Altara ran through the dungeon, the monster in hot pursuit. Who'd ever have thought that a Bullette could be so moody? The huntress' booted feet made loud splashes in the standing water beneath her as she ran. The dungeon was wide, wide enough that the Bullette wouldn't have to squeeze to continue pursuing her. The human could hear the creature's angry roar echoing off the walls as it drew closer.
She rounded a corner, hoping the much larger creature wasn't anywhere near as agile as she herself was. It skidded as it attempted to turn the corner, plowing sideways into the wall, making the whole dungeon complex shake. She turned to watch the beast gain it's bearings, and even with the delay, it was quickly gaining on her.
She needed to find a small hole, or a narrow tunnel, or someplace where she could hide. The creature's armor plated skin was far too thick for her swords to damage. But no suitable sanctuary was to be found. The hallway ahead spread out into a large room with a shallow pond. There was no way that she was going to make it across the room without being run over by the rampaging beast behind her.
Altara was so occupied with looking behind her, she didn't notice the green-gray hand that reached up from beneath the water on the floor. Not even when it seized her leg. The ranger felt something cold and sticky on the bare skin of her leg, gripping her tightly. She saw the water covered bricks of the floor rushing up to meet her as she tripped, her foot finding no ground beneath her, only water. She saw the water meet her face, then she saw no more.
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The ranger moaned, bringing her hand up to her achy head. Where she hurt she found wet, slimy globs that resisted any attempt for her to grab a hold of them, brush them off, or pull them away. She sat up, and found that her other wounds from her dungeon crawl had been 'bandaged' in a similar way. A semi-transparent gooey gray-green slime covering the wounded area. It somehow stuck to her, and managed to be too slippery to get any sort of hold on. But whatever it was, the pain was decreasing, and judging from the large gash of her leg from a goblin's dagger, it was causing them to heal too.
The light of her Everburning Torch illuminated the small room she was in. She was laying in several inches of water, which seemed to be dripping down from the walls and ceiling. Her backpack was nowhere in sight, and her Bag of Holding was no longer at her belt. Her swords were absent as well, all she had was the torch, stuck upright in the mud next to her.
Altara stood, picking up the torch, looking around the room for an exit. The original exit seemed blocked off by an old cave in, the only way in or out of the room seemed to be the large crack in the wall opposite the door. She entered it cautiously, the torch held out in front of her.
The crack appeared to lead out into a hallway lined with alcoves, where stone statues of monsters stood on pedestals. Altara hoped they were just statues, and not placed their by a Medusa, or the proud owner of a basilisk.
A glimmer out of the corner of her eye caught Altara's attention. She turned to face the source of the gleam, another statue, but different from the rest. Rather then simple stone, this one appeared to be fashioned out of jade. A radiant, bright green color. A good sized piece would make this trip worthwhile. If only she had her tools with her she could chip off the head and take it with her. Maybe she could wrench it off by herself?
The huntress reached out a hand to touch the jade statue, and found that it wasn't a statue at all. At her touch the gargoyle's eyes opened, her face reflected in the featureless green orbs. The creature leaned against Altara's hand, purring softly. The creature felt slick and slimy to the touch. In a few moments it went from being bright green in color to a dull green-gray.
Altara gasped softly as her fingers sunk into the creature's face. Her hand was filled with an odd sensation, a pleasant, warm, tingly feeling that seemed to go right through her body and straight to her pleasure centers. Just touching the creature made her feel good all over. It leaned forward to kiss her, its tongue sliding into her mouth.
It didn't taste bad, or good, or much like anything. It was just slick, wet, gooey, and felt real good. Altara's eyes half closed as she hugged the creature to her, pressing up against it, wanting to feel it all over her body, she wanted to feel the creature against every inch of her skin.
And then suddenly the sensation was gone, the creature had broken the kiss, and had moved away. Altara realized she'd been standing there for several seconds at least. Long enough for the creature to reach behind the pedestal and pick up her backpack and weapons. It held them out to her, head tilted to the side, looking at her curiously though those uniformly colored eyes.
"Thanks." Altara said with a nod, taking her things. The strange green-grey creature smiled at her then leaned back on its haunches watching the ranger. The huntress looked over the strange gargoyle-like beast, trying to figure out what it was. It was, if it stood up, perhaps a little bit taller then herself, it was humanoid and had a lithe build. It was uniform in color, that odd shade of green-grey.
The huntress reached out a hand to touch the creature again, preparing for the powerful, pleasurable sensation that came with it. As her fingers sank into the gelatinous mass of the creature's shoulder, there was a pleasant feeling, but not nearly as powerful as before. The creature's eyes closed and it began to purr happily.
It seemed to feel no discomfort as Altara pushed her hand in to the wrist, and judging from the loud purring, apparently it found the act enjoyable. She moved her hand downward, and while there was some resistance Altara found that she could easily move her hand around inside the creature's body.
She moved her hand downward, through the creature's torso. Its eyes widened and it gasped softly as Altara's hand slide through its chest. Her chest. There was a definite outward bulge that indicated breasts, as several inches of Altara's arm became embedded in the creature's body as well.
"Sorry." Altara said with a wince, removing her hand. Apparently the gargoyle found contact in that area sensual and erotic. The gargoyle stood up and yawned, stretching her body, literally making her limbs and torso longer and narrower. Gargoyle wasn't quite the proper term, as she didn't look at all fearsome or scary, and most definitely was not comprised of stone.
She looked more like a mixture between dragon and catfolk, a feline face and ears coupled with a lithe build, as well as large bat-like wings, horns, large claws on the hands and feet, a thick tail, and muscular digigrade legs.
The Dragoncat licked her lips and took Altara's hand in both of her own, bringing it back up to her breast, and pushing it inside. "Oh! Hey!" Altara protested, "I didn't mean it like that it was an... AH!"
The sensation return with a vengeance, filling Altara with a burning desire, a need to press up against the creature, to have it ooze over her, to caress her, stroke her, make love to her. She guided the huntress down a sitting position on the stone slab, wrapping her legs around the ranger's waist, pulling Altara's other arm to her other breast, pressing up against her.
The creature's arms lost definition, oozing down Altara's shoulders, oozing in through the neckline of her leather armor to return the favor, giving soft, sweet caresses over her breasts. The creature's body also sought out the ranger's own sex, the sensation of cool wetness pressing up against, then into eagerly awaiting netherlips.
"Mmmm... what's happening?" Altara moaned softly, looking up into the Dragoncat's smiling face. The ooze creature licked her forehead reassuringly, the tongue traveling downwards, seeking Altara's mouth. The creature's wings folded around her, essentially molding the creature to Altara's body, covering her entirely between neck and waist, easily seeping into the gaps of her armor to come into contact with Altara's skin.
The merest touch from the creature was enough to send pleasured shivers through the huntress' body, being so well covered sent her into the very throes of purest ecstasy. She would have been held immobile if the creature hadn't extended a portion of itself up inside her sex. It wriggle and writhed and oozed around inside of her cunt, making her howl and buck her hips wildly.
Altara felt the mass of slime inside of her growing, pulsing, stretching her wider, plunging in deeper. The ooze creature clung to her tightly, her entire mass gripping the ranger gently.
The Dragoncat broke the kiss, throwing her head back and roaring as she climaxed, pushing Altara over the edge into the same. The huntress felt something thick and warm shooting up inside of her. It wasn't cum, it was heavier then that. But it felt wonderful, and there was lots of it. Her climax refused to dissipate as the ooze creature pumped more and more of the mysterious goo inside of her.
Altara could feel her leather armor growing tighter around her midsection, her belly stretching from the contents of what was being pushed into her. It didn't feel unpleasant at all, in fact the added weight inside of her felt incredibly comforting. Altara felt her climax begin to subside, and the creature pulling from her body.
The incredible need to touch the ooze creature had passed once again, but this time it left a sense of pleasant satisfaction. The creature snuggled up against Altara, resting her head on the ranger's shoulder. The huntress placed a hand on the back of the Dragoncat's head and petted her gently.
"Wow, girl. You're amazing. That was the best sex I've ever had, and I didn't even take my clothes off." she said with a giggle. Looking down the ooze creature's back, Altara saw a shift in color spreading from the creature's groin. The Dragoncat seemed to be changing color, the dull gray-green brightening a few degrees to become more green then gray.
"You must've fed off my fluids, or the sexual energy or something." Altara said to the creature, who began to purr happily.
The huntress stood up, the creature reluctantly letting go. "Well, now that you've eaten, do you think you could help me find a way out of here?"
Tilting her head, the ooze creature just looked at Altara, not understanding. "Up." Altara said, pointing at the ceiling. "Up and out."
The creature seemed to understand. She turned and began walking down the hallway, looking behind to make sure Altara was following, which she most certainly was. She didn't want to get lost in a part of the dungeon that she had never been in before. The whole place was like a maze, an old section of the city that had been pulled underground in an earthquake, then reopened with sewer expansion. Altara had found the information in an old journal, and she was quite sure that she had been the first adventurer down here since... well... since it fell under in the first place.
Around a corner the hallway abruptly ended, a large cavern stretching downward for further then the light of Altara's torch could reach. The Dragoncat simply spread her wings and stepped off the ledge, taking flight. The ooze creature fluttered around inside the light of the torch, looking at the huntress expectantly.
The human looked down at the drop, then up at the Dragoncat. "I can't fly. No wings." she said, pointing to her back. The creature returned to the ledge, looking over Altara, looking at her back. The creature pressed her lips up against Altara's, the pleasurable sensation of contact made the ranger feel weak in the knees. She leaned back against the wall to brace herself as the creature's tongue pushed into her mouth, and seemingly down her throat.
It almost felt like there was something being pumped into her. But Altara found that she didn't particularly care if it was or not, the ooze creature's kiss felt so good. She felt her belly growing bigger, another very pleasant sensation. Her magicked armor shifting slightly to provide the perfect fit for her shape.
Altara dropped to her knees as the creature pulled away. The human moaned as an incredible sensation flowed through her body. Her chest, back, and shoulders felt kind of strange. Strange, but good. But that wasn't all.
The huntress felt a sudden presence in her sex, like a phantom cock, pressure, but no substance, driving into her. It felt weird, making all the motions of being fucked doggy style, but without any weight atop her at all. Gentle caresses over her breasts and back, against her clit, and inside her sex itself quickly drove Altara to the point of climax. It was like somebody, or something, knew just the right places to touch to make her cum as quickly as possible.
And cum she did. Altara arched her back as she came, dark red wings erupting from her back through shifting armor. "Oh Gods!" the ranger panted, "That was incredible!"
She stood, ignoring the sensation of gooey wetness in her crotch, admiring her wings. They were a deep red and glistened in the torchlight. They were slightly opaque, made of slime like the Dragoncat's body. Or they had been. Altara watched in fascination as skin seemed to grow over her new appendages, matching her own skin tone perfectly, the wing membranes maybe a shade darker.
She raised her hand, running it over the edge of her wing, a pleasurable shiver coursing through her body as she stroked the sensitive flesh. "Thanks." Altara said to the ooze creature, "I don't mean to sound ungrateful though, but can you get rid of them when... AH!"
At the first thought of her wings vanishing they did so, returning to their slimy state and oozing back into her with an erotic thrill shooting through her body. The shift caused Altara's breasts so swell, growing several cup sizes, though she was quite sure the mass wasn't equal to that of her wings.
The huntress gave the ooze creature a peck on the cheek. "Nevermind. Thank you very much for the gift." she said, mentally willing her wings out again, shivering at the delightful sensation they gave when the mass of slime shifted from inside of her to the outside, solidifying into beautiful draconic wings.
"Now, you're going to have to teach me how to use these." Altara said. The creature just smiled and shoved the ranger off the ledge.
The huntress panicked for a moment, but found that she seemed to instinctually know what to do, spreading her wings wide to catch the air and making the proper motions to stay aloft. "Hey... this is fun!" she calls up to the ooze creature.