Mimic Slime Story: Ch10 · 9:56pm Aug 11th, 2020
This poor, poor slime. What has become of its existence? Well-fed and supported by its own cult now, it has only strife to contend with.
Love. It was a concept creatures wrote of, but it wasn't until I lied about feeling it that I realized that I might feel it for real. In my role as the leader of the cult, I announced I'd fallen for a bar wench—my accomplice.
Just like my accomplice had said, I'd had to punch a lot of creatures over the first few days. They claimed their leader had "been bewitched" and "lost his head". After two days of this, the right one finally said it aloud.
The scarred creature had told me who had been tormenting them, and I found myself looking at that creature after it had called my accomplice a whore. "What was that?"
"I said that bitch is a no-good whore and you shou—"
It was like I'd seen dancers move. One second the creature had been mouthing off, the next my accomplice was standing before it, looking up at the creature with a feral grin on its face. "Shouldn't have what?" my accomplice asked, blood running over its hand where the dagger was buried in the creature's gut.
Hours or even days could pass while it suffered from such a wound, but the books I'd read were clear—without magical assistance, this creature would die. I turned to look at the scared creature. "You know healing magics?"
The scared creature turned itself to face me and shook its head. "N-No."
"Love," I said to my accomplice, "bring that useless sack of shit. I want to try a new spell on them."
My accomplice jerked its knife sideways and twisted. Now the creature would only survive hours instead of days. "Oh! You gonna use that one where it burns them to dust? That's so pretty! Help me with this scum, lads."
They moved fast to obey my accomplice. The red flame-like scars on its arm were stained crimson with blood as my accomplice turned to lead them, its position in the hierarchy firmly locked in now—just below my own.
The scared creature rushed past the cultists dragging the dying creature—rushed right up to my side. "You're going to kill him?"
My accomplice walked up to put itself between me and the scared creature. "Flame, this piece of shit made your life hell. You told me so. Do you want to watch us burn the life from him?"
Us? My accomplice's words seemed to imply it wanted to be present when I ate. This was different.
I stopped the march and turned to face the scarred one. "Flame, we're just dealing with the trash. Go to my quarters and get ready for the next lesson." I waited for it to nod its head before I turned and started walking to where the cult's enemies were tortured.
The layout of the warren of interconnected buildings hadn't taken me long to memorize, nor had the hierarchy. When I stepped into the old butchery, I gestured to a hook with one of my form's hands. "Hang it up there and leave."
When all the cultists left us, I looked at my accomplice. "Are you sure you—"
"I want to be here, Tess. That last one was—" It bit back its words. "I need to be here."
There was a curious difference to things now. This wasn't a creature I'd had to stalk and ambush, hunt and kill. This creature was brought to me on a plate and offered willingly by other creatures—but none more than my accomplice.
Was it love? It may have been the closest something like me could feel to what creatures described. I'd have to find another book about it.
"There's no hard feelings, Jimmy," my accomplice said. "He's just hungry, and you were the first name on our list."
As it spoke, I walked up behind the creature hanging by a rope from the hook. The rope had been looped around its neck, which was likely why it wasn't speaking. I reached up behind it and ran my form's palm along the flesh there, and sprayed out a little acid.
I'd never used my acid in this spot on a creature with so much musculature. In the time it took to eat through the hard fibers protecting their spine, the creature screamed in pain—then was silenced as the acid ate away at its spine. A little more, I judged, since their body seemed tougher.
While the acid burned down into its body, the fumes from it boiled upward into the creature's head. It was here I fed first—extending myself inside its body to absorb the melting flesh and bone.
My accomplice watched, and rather than disgust I saw curiosity on its face. "Ask."
"You ate his head first?" Don't you normally just shove into them and eat everything at once." Though my accomplice seemed rather more used to my feeding, it stood well back from any possible acid fumes.
"I didn't want to miss its intelligence. That last one was a poor meal because it was dead and more thoroughly dissolved before I could feed. This is—this is wonderful."
"Describe it. What does it feel like?" Fascination was written large on its face.
"I've read of creatures waking up and feeling their minds expand out into intelligence and consciousness. It is like that every time I feed on intelligent creatures." My acid was working well now, liquefying muscle, sinew, bone, and organs. I followed it down the creature's body, now supporting it while I fed. "This, now, is just meat. It's filling, but I have already absorbed its intelligence."
When I finished devouring the last of the creature, my accomplice walked over and held out its hand to me—the one with the blood on it. "They're going to want a little more of a show. Hold still."
I did as it asked and waited while it placed its hand on me again and again, then it held up its knife. "Cover your hands in this blood and paint me too. Make them think we're into this."
"Are you sure?" I asked, even as I reached for the knife and started doing as it asked. Two of my form's hand-prints across its rear, one on its shoulder, and I finished with one on its breast. Looking down into my accomplice's eyes as I did the last, I noticed a surprised smile spread on its lips. "Like this?"
"Perfect."
I'd read about love, and how sometimes it was one-sided—just one creature feeling it. I don't think that was the case here.
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Edit: okay, I meant to post more than this, but I blanked apparently.
I was going to say it's interesting that our favorite slime is contemplating love and that Accomplice might be showing signs of some affection for the slime. Indicates a steady progression and acquisition of humanity.
Oh dear. I think someone just discovered her fetish.
On the lighter side, slimes in love could lead to some more positive experiences... putting aside the whole "murderous cult of cutthroats" thing.
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I mean, that's a pretty big thing to put aside.
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Yeah, but it's gonna get smaller and smaller...
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Ha!