Grove, Kuno, and the Slimes

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#1 of Grove

Merry Christmas! This is a quick fanfic I wrote about Grove a couple weeks back. I've been putting off publishing it because I'm a lazy xeno, lol. In case you haven't heard of it, Grove is a gay NSFW furry RPG. It's super excellent, and you can check it out here! I released this on their discord fanart channel first, and I would highly recommend joining the discord!Enjoy!


"K-keep it together, Kuno... Why do you keep getting yourself in these pickles..."

The blue dragon squirmed in the firm grip of the blue slime, pulling at his wrists and ankles in a futile effort to get free. He was being held spread-eagle above the ground, and he could feel the cool gel-monster rolling along his bare back, exploring the contours of his body.

Slowly, the slime's attention drifted downwards, more and more of its gelatinous body enveloping Kuno's torso and oozing along his bare scales.

The scout flinched as he felt the first hint of cool slickness investigating under his tail. Craning his head, he could see an offshoot of the slime with his pilfered underpants, enveloping them in gooey blue jaws and making a motion around them almost like chewing.

All of the scout's armor had been stripped off during his fateful battle and was now laying scattered around them, his sword sticking out of a bush and his precious bow somehow dangling from a branch far above them. He was left nude and totally exposed to the slime's ministrations.

More gel pooled beneath his tail, and something began to push inside.

"Hnng!" Kuno grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as a gelatinous phallus pushed through his tight, twitching pucker, spreading his hole wide open. "Fuck! Faah, ahh..."

Deeper and deeper the translucent blue cock went, its girth increasing as it plunged into the scout's tender body. The slime itself seemed to shiver with pleasure, undulating against Kuno's scales and making vaguely happy schlorping noises.

The slime's intrusion touched something inside Kuno that made a hot pressure throb in his groin, his cock rising up before him. The pale white foreskin rolled back, revealing a bright pink head that drooled precum at every rub of that precious little spot inside him.

In his peripheral vision he saw another tentacle rising up, this one hollowing out into a tube-like shape before poising itself directly over Kuno's erection, like a snake ready to strike.

"Wah-?"

Lunging downwards, the tube slid down over his cock, the cool, slimy gel hugging his shaft tightly. An undulating ripple went up the length, milking a squirt of pre from the scout's twitching, eager member. Encouraged by this, the slime started milking Kuno in earnest, sucking and tugging at his cock, slowly working him up to climax.

"Stop... No- Nnng! Don't want-" Kuno tried to deny how good it felt, and when that failed, he squeezed his eyes shut and just tried to hold it in. The pressure built and built, seeming to overfill his balls and slowly rise up his shaft, like a thermometer left in the sun. Heat pulsed through his groin, his balls churning unbearably, and then-!

"Fuck!" Thick, creamy whiteness burst from his cock and was immediately sucked away by the milking tube, jets of his essence being pumped directly into the main body of the slime.

Kuno felt a strange tingling along his back then, as though the slime was fizzing and bubbling like a hot spring. The gelatinous mass seemed to grow warmer, more energetic, even. Cool slime crawled across his chest, sliding over his nipples to squeeze and suck on them as his captor exploited yet another erotic zone.

He could still hear the slime's tendril "chewing" his underwear, the petal-like lips smacking wetly and dripping all over the forest floor. The cloth of his stolen garments rustled softly, as if to tease him. Then the rustling ceased and was replaced by the sound of some unfamiliar material stretching as if under tension.

In confusion, Kuno looked behind him and saw his underwear -what used to be his underwear- being held aloft by the tendril, as if the cursed monster was proud of what it had done. Where previously there had been a set of brown, woven undergarments there was now a shining black thong, seeming to ooze magic from its dark pouch, while its white waistband and pink hearts inscribed thereon gave it an air of lascivious wanting; inviting all who saw it to ravish the wearer.

The milking tube pulled off of his still-sensitive cock, leaving Kuno to whimper from the over-stimulation, and down below the slime retreated from Kuno's rear entrance, making him whimper from the sudden emptiness. He'd never expected to actually miss the molestation once it ceased, but now a part of him did.

Not wasting a second, the slime positioned the thong over the scout's groin, and as if it had a mind of its own the newly corrupted underwear leapt into him, the warm black rubber stretching around his genitals and conforming to them, as if hugging his most intimate parts. The strap of the pouch met the waistband in back, joining together and securing itself onto the dragon's crotch.

The latex was tight, squeezing him privates, groin, and between his asscheeks. It was warm too, and the scout felt a tingling heat flowing from the rubber into his scales, filling his crotch and then rising to force a blush onto his face.

Gods, it felt good. It felt better than anything the scout had ever experienced before, and he whimpered as the heat gathered in his shaft and sack, creating a sense of burning, desperate pressure that only soared upwards as the moments dragged on, before-

"WHA-!?"

The front of the thong deformed, bulging outwards into a huge shaft that pointed up towards the sky, spurting and dribbling thick green precum. Bright purple runes circled around the base, the product of some unknown magic. Two black, swollen testicles hung underneath, and although Kuno couldn't see them, he could feel the tension in the latex from their weight. His balls even seemed to feel larger, and the heat and pressure had made their home inside them, driving the blue dragon to new heights of desire.

A gentle breeze wafted against his newly enhanced erection, and he was forced to bite back a whimper even as his hips bucked, shivers running up and down his spine. Even just a brush against his huge, black cock was nearly unbearable. What would it feel like to-

Kuno gasped in horror and eagerness as he saw the slimy milking tube once again positioning itself over his cock. "W-wait-!"

The slime did not, and the milker plunged back down over his latex-coated shaft as the slime's phallus rammed through his latex-coated pucker.

White hot pleasure seared through Kuno's body, turning his mind into jelly as every nerve beneath his scales screamed in ecstatic union. Heat filled him, flowing from his aching, overfull testicles. So much of that slimy green pre was shooting from his cock that he thought it had to be an actual orgasm. He barely had the cognizance to even wonder how he wasn't orgasming yet.

Eyes rolling up to the sky, the little dragon's maw fell open and he moaned in pure bliss, relaxing into the slimy cushion beneath him.

And then the bushes before him parted, and he saw the explorer from the night before leap into the clearing, sword drawn as fire blazed in his eyes. His armer was loose and missing pieces here and there, but he was obviously no less determined for it. Grove charged at them, coming up short as another slime placed itself in his path.

'Yes! He'll save me! No! I don't want to be saved from this! Nothing can be better than this!' Kuno tried to focus on the battle playing out before him, even as his slime molested his vulnerable body.

Grove slashed with his sword, almost slicing the blue slime in two, but it merely came back together around the cut and went on the attack. Striking at the adventurer with powerful jabs of its tentacles, it began to tear at his armor, ripping metal and leather free and tossing them aside.

Grove's sword was a silver blur as he defended himself, striking true more often than not, but he was obviously exhausted from his trek through the forest, and his weakened armor was no match for the fresh, determined slime.

At last, while trying to take a step backwards to escape the onslaught, the explorer tripped over a branch and well backwards. He was only wearing his underwear now, the other bits of his armor scattered around the clearing.

As Grove struggled to stand, the slime washed over him, taking hold of his limbs and lifting him up spread-eagle, just like the scout he'd come to save. A tendril ripped off his underwear and devoured them similarly to how Kuno's had been taken.

The slime molested its newly captured prey, shoving a length up Grove's puckering asshole as a milking tube fastened around his cock, sucking and tugging on the erect dragon flesh with all its might, until the exhausted explored groaned and shot a load of pearly white essence into the blue gel.

Kuno watched, transfixed with horror and eager to see his would-be savior suffer his wonderful fate.

His slime, previously hesitating at the danger the new dragon posed, now started to milk Kuno's thong-covered shaft, and the little blue drake screamed in pure pleasure at the sensation. The slime rubbed and slid against his enhanced cock, lavishing attention on every little inch of it. The hot, rubberized flesh twitched and pulsed in its blue prison, spurting endless green pre into the demanding tube that lavished attention on it.

Kuno was delirious with heat; his scales felt like they were burning, and his balls felt even worse, the pressure inside them causing them to pulse and ache gently, sending waves of sensation through the dragon's fragile frame.

He should've cum ages ago. The pleasure was constant and intense; more than enough to blow a load to, and yet no matter how much the slime pleasured his beautiful new cock, the orgasm didn't come. The ecstasy built and built, never plateauing or reaching its peak, but shooting ever upwards, each moment a new, unbearable, delectable eternity.

Forcing his eyes up from his gorgeous shaft, Kuno saw Grove's slime spit out his underwear, having given it the same treatment as the scout's. Now it was more beautiful than ever, a tight, black latex thong that would bring pleasure and purpose to whoever was lucky enough to put it on.

The slime positioned its creation over Grove's crotch, the adventurer struggling weakly just as Kuno had before he was enlightened and uplifted to this new plane of ecstasy. The thong, overjoyed to have found a mate to couple with, leapt onto the helpless dragon's crotch, latching on and forcing his own package to swell to new, enhanced proportions that Kuno couldn't help but fantasize about having shoved up his ass.

As if to answer his desires, the tendril in his rear swelled, stretching the little blue scout wider than ever before and causing his black, rubberized pucker to pull itself flat under the tension. It should've hurt, but all Kuno felt was sheer, mind-numbing pleasure as the slime tested his limits and began to hammer against his prostate.

And that was what finally did it. Just a short number of thrusts later, Kuno screamed as the world went white, pure pleasure overwhelming him as his balls contracted, pulsing and shooting out a huge load of thick, green cum into the milking tube, which sucked it away into a waiting "container" that the slime had formed at its end. The sigils at the base of his cock glowed fluorescently, shining through the blue slime.

Tremblingand horribly afraid that the slime wasn't going to keep milking him, Kuno glanced down at the container and saw its green contents sloshing around excitedly, before pushing out through the gelatinous wall and puddling on the forest floor. Then it began oozing away through the trees, off to find new victims to induct into a world of wonderful pleasure.

Across from him, Grove was receiving the same treatment, a thick, blue phallus with balls to match ramming itself into his overstretched hole as a milking tube sucked at his huge, glorious black member. The thong was firmly attached now, and was never going to come off, not that either dragon would ever want such a thing.

Grove was quickly brought to his own orgasm, shooting thick green cum into his slime, which was similarly released into the forest to join its brethren.

The two dragons shared a moment, staring at each other as they huffed and panted, tongues hanging from slack jaws as their heads rolled loosely on their shoulders.

There was a hint of purple in Grove's eyes now that Kuno was sure hadn't been there before, and he found that fact alluring. Purple was good. Purple meant that His magic had its hold on them and would never let them go. Purple meant that they would always have meaning and purpose, and that their pleasure would be never-ending.

"Grove-" Kuno started, but whatever inconsequentialthing he was going to say was lost as the blue tube gave his cock a rippling suck, sending shivers through his body. His balls had, for a few moments, felt normal, but now the aching fullness started to return, as did the warmth. Soon the sensations had built into a fresh, burning ache, his genitals demanding attention which the slime was only too happy to oblige.

The milking started anew, green precum spurting plentifully as if he hadn't just cum his brains out a few seconds before, and he was thankful for that, because he knew he wouldn't have been able to stand his balls just getting fuller and fuller.

He heard Grove letting out a throaty moan across from him and knew that his slime was taking good care of him, too. He tried to look up and see the other dragon getting milked, but he just couldn't tear his eyes away from his huge, latex-covered member, and especially the fascinating sigils around its base.

As his pucker stretched wide around the blue slime's long, thick, glorious phallus, Kuno knew that he was where he belonged. Where all of dragonkind belonged, and where they would all be soon enough.

He hoped that his comrades in arms would come find him so that they could share his fate and revel in unmatched, perfect ecstasy for all eternity, serving their new master with all their energies and being duly rewarded in turn.

As the little blue scout finally relaxed into the slime's grasp, settling into its warm, soft, gooey embrace, he was soothed by the sounds of Grove's pleasured gasping, and knew that there was nowhere he'd rather be, and that the wonderful heat and pleasure that pounded under his scales would be with him forever. And that mere thought urged him on to his next orgasm.