Published: Feb 1, 2024
My eighty-ninth caption.
Mire has just been born to her mother, Slime Queen Viscy. Though Mire has strange memories of a Human adventurer, her Mother assures her she'll no longer be burdened by such thoughts…
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I awoke in a warm, wet place, surrounded by a glistening, blue sheen. My field of vision was quite narrow, and nothing appeared quite the way one might… expect? I wasn’t sure. I tried to reach out, to touch the… stuff around me, only to see a small, pink blob extend from my body. Something in the back of my mind screamed that this wasn’t right in some way, and I quickly felt my emotions building up. As I made the slightest, distressed squishing noise, I watched from above as a massive, blue form descended towards me, looking somewhat like a… wo-man? None of these words seemed to make sense to me, but the blue lady smiled, putting her gooey arms around me in an embrace. Her glowing eyes were like two stars to me, shining down from the heavens peacefully. The cold cave around me could have been the night sky from where I was laying.
“Oh, don’t be upset, my little Mire. There’s no reason to cry.” She said in a gentle voice, one as warm as the substance around me. For a moment I felt a sense of panic, then it disappeared. I suddenly felt like all was right with the world again, watching her smile down at my small, helpless form. “Hush, my little Mire. It’ll all be OK… mommy is here…”
As she put her arms around me, she pulled me close to her large, warm bosom and began to hum softly, rocking me back and forth. Her slimy form connected me to her just slightly, and her gentle warmth could be felt even more strongly than before, like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. I felt protected, loved in her arms. Eventually, I calmed down, having fallen back asleep as blue mother continued to hold me in her embrace. Nothing in my world existed except mother, and I was safe with her. As I slept in mother’s arms, strange images continued to flash through my mind. They seemed to involve a… hu-man? I think that’s what they’re called. A hu-man, an ad-vent-ture-r or… something like that. The words seemed to make sense the moment I thought of them, but quickly faded the second I tried to find their meaning. The… images seemed to be from their view, a hu-man finding blue mother in her cave. The hu-man, the ad-vent-ture-r, tried to hurt blue mother using a pointed, metal… thingy. Blue mother outsmarted and overwhelmed the ad-vent-ture-r, melting and absorbing all his coverings and tools. Blue mother spoke down to the hu-man, telling him that she would not kill him. Instead, she began to slowly envelop the hu-man, covering him completely. Once inside of blue mother, her slime began to melt the hu-man itself, slowly and painlessly merging with blue mother. I was slightly… confused by these images, not knowing why I was seeing them, but for some reason I instead felt warmth again.
Eventually, the images faded away, gone forever as I woke back up in blue mother’s arms, a small, slimy tear coming from one of my “eyes”. Blue mother had already noticed this, beginning to rock me back and forth again as I held both of my little gelatinous “nubs” up towards my face. I was upset, but I had no idea why.
“Do not fret, my little Mire. You no longer have to be burdened by those old memories.” She spoke softly, holding me tighter against her body as I felt more of those feelings melt away. “You don’t have to live a sad, short existence as a weak human anymore. You get to live here with mommy. Live forever as my perfect little pink offspring.”
I had no idea what blue mother was talking about anymore, but it didn’t matter. I was here in her arms, her good little Mire. Nothing else in the world mattered but her, and even in my infantile state I knew I could trust her. Blue mother was my life, and I was here because of her. I fell asleep once again, this time with no “icky” memories…
A few months later, I finally began sliding around the cave on my own. After a few more, I began to gain more control of my shape, wanting to look and act more like mother. A year later, my mother led me outside of my home cave for the first time, letting me see how wide and open the world around me really was. I was amazed and a little scared, but mother was there the whole time to keep me safe. She seemed to revel in raising me, taking pride in her ability to teach me and watch me gain mass. Apparently most slimes abandoned their young shortly after birth to fend for themselves in the wild, but mother had decided to raise me herself, “traditionally”. I couldn’t thank her enough for keeping me safe after all this time, feeding me animals, keeping me hydrated, and providing safe shelter from the outside world, one still quite hostile to my kind.
A few more years passed, and mother eventually began teaching me more about herself and the rest of the world. Mother was Queen Slime Viscy, one of the original and most powerful Slime Queens in the world. She went on to explain more about who I was and how unique I could be. According to Mother, when I as old enough, I would eventually be capable of taking on far more complex forms than other slimes, even more so than herself, being able to imitate animals, monsters, and even more “civilized” beings such as Humans and Elves. She explained that it was her “gift” to me, her first true child. She had given me the name of Mire, and I was to be the first of a new race of slimes, a race that would succeed where hers failed in the past. I would walk among the “civilized” races, able to blend in and expand the species. She expected so much from me.
After many more years, I had matured greatly. I was capable of taking on far more complex shapes than I once was, and had reached a respectable mass similar to that of a fully-grown Human. Mother further instructed me on a few nuances of both their culture and that of the Elves, allowing me to blend in with them far more effectively. I had refined my shape, deciding on my “default” appearance, being that of a young, 20-year old woman with rather… expansive curves. That may have been a flourish added by myself, inspired by my mother’s own gargantuan proportions. While Mother could only grow bigger and bigger, I was capable of “shedding” some of my unneeded mass through evaporation to better maintain my shape. With even more practice, I was even able to change the tone and texture of my slime, allowing me to pass as an actual Human. After spending some time teaching me the ways of “cooking” and “healing” to better blend with the rest of the outside world, my training was complete.
Putting on some old, dusty clothes left behind by a previous adventurer, my Mother finally ushered me into the wild, proud of me and certain I would do well outside of the cave. Though I was still nervous, being out in the open like this, I knew I had to do right by my Mother. I eventually discovered an old road, leading to a Human town not far from Mother’s cave. Once there, I noticed many eyes following me. At first, I thought that my appearance might not have been convincing enough, but I quickly came to realize they were simply enraptured by my beauty. My disguise worked! I knew now that I wanted to eventually join an adventurer group, but there was one thing I needed to do first.
Walking into the local inn, I quickly made my way to the bar and used some of the gold in my outfit to buy a drink from its bar. The inn was full of adventurers of all shapes and sizes, men, women, even a few half-breeds and a single Elf. All seemed to take notice of me, even some of the women. There were so many… options to choose from! I knew I’d have to choose my first target carefully, not waiting to be caught trying to absorb a Human. Still, I doubted I’d have any trouble convincing one of them to spend the night with me, where I’d get to eat my first, full-sized meal. Not long after the sun had settled, a younger man, a tipsy adventurer, invited me to his room in the inn, offering to keep me “warm” tonight. I accepted, allowing him to “have his way” with me before he fell asleep, allowing me to easily and effortlessly absorb him as he slumbered.
The next day, feeling satisfied and a little thicker, I joined a group of adventurers heading out of town, offering my services as a “swordsman” thanks to some… skills I had acquired. As we left the inn, I overheard another group asking people if they had seen their friend, licking my lips as I thought back to how good he had tasted last night…