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The cold, dark icy ocean extends for miles as Jim sits patiently, waiting for the oil tanker that’ll take him is ready to board. His cold green slime shivers slightly as it freezes along the edges. It’s especially windy, and the hardener and the coat he’s taken don’t fully protect him from the elements. To make it worse, it’s nearly midnight.
“Hey Jim!” Yells one of his human coworkers. “They’re ready over here!”
“Alright!” he replies, standing up and walking over to him and the small group of the crew that were next to a large flight of stairs.
The captain of the huge vessel shook his hand. “Glad to have you on board. I’m George.”
“Thanks. I’m sure you know who I am by now, but I’m Jim.”
George shook his hand with a little too much force, cracking a bit of Jim’s frozen slime. Immediately, he stopped. “Oh lord, I’m so sorry!”
“It’s alright, but if that’s any indication, I should probably head in!” He said with a nervous laugh.
“Of course, go right ahead. I’m sure this place won’t be getting warmer any time soon!”
Jim rushed up the icy stairs, taking care to shield his hands from the metal they could very easily be frozen to. As quickly as he could, he got inside of one of the ship’s many halls. He was hit by a gust of warm air as he did so. Relieved, he took a moment to breathe, not noticing another crewmember down the hall.
“Hey!” He yelled
“Ah shit!” Jim jumped, and looked up, seeing the man approaching him.
“Sorry. Welcome aboard! You must be Jim, right?”
“Yeah, uh…”
“Perfect, you’re the second slime we had to pick up around here. Glad to know we’ll be on our way soon.”
“Second?” Jim said, confused. As far as he was aware, he was the only one coming on this boat.
“Yeah, we got another one. Mitch, I believe. You two are supposed to share your quarters since we had to fit them with some tanks. Don’t want you guys spilling all over the place, know what I mean?”
Jim didn’t quite understand if he meant it literally or was trying to make an innuendo. Regardless, he was a little annoyed that he’d have to share what he presumed to be a tiny closet with another slime.
“Anyways” the man continued, “You should head there now. Down the hall, take the stairs, third door on the right.”
“Alright, thanks.” Jim said, trying not to show his annoyance.
He made his way over, and stood in front of the door. He sighed, as he knocked, and opened it. To his surprise, they had not stuffed him in a closet this time. It was normal crew quarter, almost a little bigger than what he had at the rig. In the place of the bed were two deep tubs. Aside from that there was a sofa with a table, and a desk with a smaller chair.
“Well”, Jim thought to himself, “Not bad!”
He took off his coat, leaving on some lighter, casual clothes. His frustration had quickly been washed away, replaced, perhaps, with a little excitement, even. This was probably going to be a very comfortable week. He made his way over to the mess hall, hoping to get something before turning in, and to maybe get a chance to see Mitch.
He saw a few people moving up and down the halls as he walked over, likely getting the ship ready to depart. The mess hall was empty, unfortunately. Still, he served himself a glass of milk.
The ship jolted slightly, the engines starting to purr a little more loudly off in the distance. Jim didn’t mind, and sipped slowly.
His quiet moment was disrupted as soon as the door to the hall opened. Jim looked up to see a red slime make his way in, whom he presumed to be Mitch. He was larger than him, not much in height, but definitely in mass.
“Oh, hello! Sorry for the noise.” He said.
“Don’t worry. Come on in!” Jim replied,
Mitch served himself a glass, and sat down in front of him.
“You’re the other slime… uh… Jim?” Mitch ask, struggling briefly to remember.
“Yep, that’s me. And you’re Mitch, right?”
“Yeah. Nice meeting you, Jim!” Mitch outstretched his hand. As Jim shook it, he couldn’t help but notice its extremely smooth rubbery texture. Mitch noticed his slight shock.
“Yeah, I know. The texture is pretty impressive, no?”
“Absolutely, how did you get it so smooth? What hardener do you use?”
“I’m just naturally a bit harder, but I use a homemade concoction. Maybe I can show you later.”
“Please do. I’m sure you fare a lot better in the cold.”
“Yeah but even then, I can’t do much better than you. I’d really like to move to some thicker fluid. There’re some new guys at the rig I work at, and they’re somehow still out there working! They plan to weather out the whole winter.”
“Oh God, I wonder how they do it.”
“My best bet is that because they’re not translucent, they just hide some tiny heater inside of themselves to keep warm. They wouldn’t let us do that! Probably too much of a fire hazard if it were to slip out.”
“Yeah probably.”
“Still though, look at you! I didn’t think a slime as slim as you could make it this far into the winter.”
“Eh, my hardener keeps me pretty warm, and paired with this coat it’s pretty easy. Plus, I’m not as sensitive with the cold, so I can stand being a bit frozen.”
“Oh, don’t get me started with that. One time, one of the slimmer slimes where I work got so cold the pleasure got the best of him. He took off everything he was wearing and froze right then and there. Got me a bit excited, not gonna lie. It was a mess to get him warmed up again, mostly because he got a part of himself frozen onto the grates beneath his feet!”
“Ouch. That must’ve not been a good day for you.”
“I didn’t deal with that, but the poor humans who did must’ve had a very uncomfortable time.”
The two laughed softly, before finishing their drinks.
“So, where you headed this winter?” Mitch asked.
“Far south, maybe Nevada or Arizona. Even if I can resist the cold, I’d much rather be somewhere hot while I can. You?”
“Not too far south for me. I’m probably heading over to Oregon, maybe a little farther south. I’ve grown used to the cold, and I really don’t want to get adjusted to a warmer climate”
“Makes sense.”
The two paused for a moment, before Jim continued
“And what are you going to do for the week we’re stuck here.”
“I don’t know, really. Usually on these trips I try to relax, maybe try to learn a few things. Once I get back on the ground its back to working, so I consider this a tiny vacation.”
“I guess. What do you learn about, though?”
“Depends on whatever catches my interest at the time. Right now, I’m trying to learn a bit about mixology. I see myself as a decent bartender, even if it’s just barebones work at some small town. Plus, um…” Mitch trailed off lowering his voice. “I’m trying to learn a little bit more about ourselves.”
“Like what?”
“Well… I guess a bit more about what makes us tick and how to… you know….”
“I get you.”
“As much as the publications from the SI are cool, they really haven’t published much about what we really are. Now that we’re out here, there isn’t much they can really hide.” He paused, leaning back on his chair. “Then again, I’m assuming a lot of the research is still in Site A. Have you heard anything about it, actually?”
“Last I heard, those slimes are still there, and the SI isn’t planning on evacuating them.”
“Why should they? They wouldn’t be adjusted to living outside of that island.”
“Would you go live there?”
“Nah, I like it out here. There’s just so much to see and do out here. Plus…” Mitch lowered his voice again, this time to a whisper “Human cum is way too good to pass up forever.” He winked.
Jim gave a small chuckle “Yeah, for sure. Still though, must be a weird sort of existence”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard some say it’s part of being a ‘natural slime’ to be fed by a slime king, but it doesn’t just sound weird, it sounds boring.”
“You’re probably not the only one who thinks that. Even there, that guy named Curt seems to be doing all sorts of things.”
“Yeah, his work is actually pretty impressive, and I’m glad the SI has published it. I’ve tried a few of the things he’s tried. Pretty amazing results, not gonna lie!” He said with a bit of a laugh.
“I haven’t had as much of a chance to experiment on myself like that. Still though, what little I have tried has been pretty great.” Jim leaned back. Just thinking of those times got him a bit horny.
“Ah but there’s so much more to do with ourselves, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know, I’m not that creative.”
“Come on, man! The possibilities are nearly limitless!” Mitch said, stretching his arms out.
“Well… Would you have anything in mind?”
“You know… I wasn’t going to do anything tonight…” Mitch stood up. “But maybe I can try something out. Care to join me?”
“Absolutely”
* * *
The two slimes kissed passionately atop the couch, their clothes already thrown haphazardly across the floor. Mitch’s large hands caressed Jim’s slim physique gently as their cocks rubbed up against each other. Jim moaned softly as he felt Mitch’s tongue dance inside his mouth.
The two briefly separated their lips, to take a moment and look at their dicks. Mitch’s was considerably longer, thicker. Jim was tempted to make his way down, but as he tried to do so, Mitch stopped him.
“Not yet.” Mitch said, reaching over to the desk, and opening a drawer. Inside, were a few small bottles.
“Take one. It’ll help you loosen up” He says.
Jim hesitated slightly, but grabbed the bottle.
“Bottoms up!” Mitch yelled excitedly. The liquid flowed deep into his broad chest, and instantly hit his core. As soon as it did so, his whole slime tensed up.
“OOooh…” he said, before he moaned softly, his body slouching into the sofa. At the same time, Jim felt the same rush. He felt his core vibrate slightly, as he began to drip pre out of his cock.
“What… What does this do?” Jim was struggling to think. His cock was getting more and more… tempting.
“It’s a special little concoction I make. Your core’s currently making some more sensitive slime, and it’s leaking out of your cock.”
Mitch’s large hand grabbed at Jim’s cock. Jim let out a hard moan as he felt the soft rubbery hand land on it, and stroke it gently.
“Don’t let it go to waste though!”
Mitch laid back, as his cock began to grow further, wrapping itself around Jim’s cock, and continuing to stroke.
“Just because we’re humanoid, doesn’t mean we have to obey those rules.”
Jim didn’t really think of that. All he felt was his cock lengthening as it was rubbed by the rubbery, wet texture of Mitch’s.
Mitch leaned forward, his big hands caressing Jim’s chest as he kissed him again. Jim followed suit, grabbing at Mitch’s pecs. He moaned as his tiny little hands danced near his nipples, rubbing against them. They too had grown rather sensitive.
As their dicks slowly began to entwine themselves as they played around, Mitch’s hand slowly reached into Jim’s chest, reaching for his core.
It wasn’t too big, probably about the size of a tennis ball. Nonetheless, it was extremely sensitive for Jim.
“Fuck!” He yelled, breaking the kiss as he looked down, Mitch’s red hand still caressing his core, deep inside him.
“You like that?” Mitch asked, softly
“Fffuck… It’s really fucking good. Holy shit…”
“Don’t just leave mine all alone then”
Jim’s small hand poked through Mitch’s gooey pecs, as he reached for Mitch’s much larger, grapefruit sized core. He grabbed at its smooth texture, much to the delight of Mitch. He closed his eyes as he let out multiple soft, short grunts. His cock rubbed up faster, still wrapped around Jim’s lengthening pole.
The two slimes kept grabbing at their cores, their balls churning as they kept leaking more and more pre.
Jim pulled his hand out, and patted Mitch’s gut.
“Why’d you stop?” Mitch asked with a confused face.
Jim flowed himself down, melting his fluid between Mitch’s thick thighs, spreading them out.
“Don’t think I’m not going to admire this thing of beauty.”
Jim grabbed at Mitch’s balls, as his hand tended to his almost tentacle like cock. He stretched out his tongue, licking them lightly, before starting to make his way up.
“Ah ffuck…” Mitch moaned, as he laid back, his cock laying on his gut as he continued to stroke it, and grabbed at his own nipples.
“Don’t just leave my mouth here waiting.” Jim moaned from below.
“Excuse me…” He said, as his cock made its way down.
“Jackpot” Jim said, as he shoved it in his mouth. It was a bit hard, given how large it was, but he managed. Its girth shrunk slightly as it lengthened within him.
He moaned and grunted as he began to suck, His slim body melting down beneath him.
“Ffuck you really know how to take dick.” Mitch moaned from above, as he continued to grab at his pecs.
Jim could only grunt in reply. Mitch’s cock slowly made its way down his throat, and eventually reached his core.
Jim let out a sharp grunt as it did so, the pleasure of having a cock up to his core one he had never experienced. Even Mitch let out a quick “Mph!”.
“Fuck yeah!” He said, as he began to hump into Jim’s head, and grab at his own core. His own mass was beginning to melt down, as he became flattened up against the couch, and his puddle began to surround Jim’s
As Jim kept pumping himself full of cock, his own slowly began to reach upwards, eventually, it found itself slipping below Mitch’s balls.
The two slimes noticed, and Jim stopped. Mitch retracted his cock, stretching it out again over himself.
“Don’t worry, I know how they eventually get a mind of their own.” Mitch said, and repositioned himself. He melted down the sofa, and reformed on all fours to the left of Jim. He looked up and back, and said “Why don’t you listen to it?”
Jim stood up, reforming some of his melted body, as his cock slid into Mitch’s ass. He slammed up against it, causing his partner to jiggle as he did so. Mitch’s head was thrown back, as he moaned heavily.
“FFFuuuuck yeah…” he said, as he began to stroke himself, making his cock thicker, and easier to handle. Wet glorps filled the air as Jim humped faster and faster. His eyes were shut as he enjoyed every second.
Mitch on the other hand, had a bright idea. He stopped stroking, and grabbed his core. He ripped it out, the cool breeze gently caressing it as he moved it down, and over to the action. Instantly, he felt an extreme rush of pleasure, gushing out even more pre into the already wet floor.
“FFUCK!” He said, his hand dropping to the ground to hold himself up. His core was still inside him, near the lower part of his gut, but it was falling. He grit his teeth as he felt the immense pleasure.
Jim followed, moaning as he felt his cock rub up against it. He reached in, and grabbed the still falling core, and continued rubbing it up against his cock.
The two were moaning incessantly, their cores experience some of the most intense pleasure they’d ever felt.
Mitch’s hand slipped, and he fell with a wet glorp onto the floor, taking Jim with him. Jim laid on top of Mitch’s blobby, melted mass, before he reformed the top half of his body.
“My turn.” Mitch said, as his now thick cock reformed behind Jim’s ass.
“Go for it!” Jim said, as he moved back.
Mitch’s cock burled itself deep inside Mitch’s ass. His slim body stretched out by its girth. Mitch gradually formed more of himself out of the puddle, grabbing Jim as he began to stand up.
Mitch humped ever faster, globs of himself now flying all across the room. All the while, Jim’s cock was now flailing haphazardly. As he was humped, it slapped Mitch’s gut, leaving waves in its wake.
Carefully, Mitch grabbed at Jim’s core, caressing it before moving it down. Jim was lost in pleasure as he began to melt down further. Bits of his slime flowed through Mitch’s hand and around hips. Even Mitch was beginning to melt back down into the puddle he’d just come out of.
“FUCK! FUCK!” Jim yelled over and over as Mitch’s huge dick continued to brush against his core. Jim could barely think of anything beyond the pleasure he was getting. He barely noticed as his slime began sticking to Mitch’s. As he leaned in to kiss Mitch again, their two slimy bodies connected, encasing small bubbles of air. As Mitch’s cock continued to hump into him, Jim’s cock was suddenly lost in Mitch’s gut.
But it felt great.
As the two kept kissing, Mitch sat back down on the couch, his mass now flowing down in large quantities as he let out his final humps. He was no longer holding Jim’s core, just focused on finishing off.
Slowly, their two cores sank. Mitch got flatter by the second, as he was pushed up against the couch by Jim’s weight, and he was unable to keep his shape. Their cores kept moving down, on their trek to the ground like the fluid that surrounded them. As they got closer, so too did the slimes to their orgasms.
Jim and Mitch could barely split apart. Several strings of varying thickness remained between their bodies, and Jim’s cock still laid buried in Mitch’s gut.
Before he could even recognize what was happening, their cores reached the sofa, and bumped into each other.
And it was all over.
The electric shock of feeling their two cores next to each other was enough to drive them mad. “FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Yelled Jim, as Mitch could only grunt. The two seized up, tense from all the pleasure as they humped a few last times, until they let out long, loud, hard moans as their cocks exploded, filling each other with cum. Their faces completely dazed as their ropes danced as they flowed within their slime. They were ejected with such force that some of it made it to their mouths. The taste of each other’s cum a welcome surprise in their sea of pleasure.
Shot after shot was ejected from their cocks, until Jim could handle no more, and collapsed on top of Mitch. His slime mixed and flowed around Mitch’s still solid gut before he too could cum no more. With one last hump in the air, he melted down. His fluid slipped off the sofa, landing on the floor where Jim’s green slime was already beginning to gather. The only thing left behind was a mess of green and red, two cores sitting near its center.