Chapter 113

Delta advanced on Mel, and the slimegirl basically wiggled in place from excitement. She tossed the green-goo condom she’d formed toward Zoey, who fumbled it in surprise.

The two girls embraced, returning to the kiss Zoey and Rosalie had torn them apart from.

Zoey shared a look with Rosalie. Her cheeks had colored—these events were becoming common, but not the point she could take them in stride—but mostly she seemed exasperated.

“You sure?” Zoey asked. Not because she wanted to pressure Rosalie into it, but because Rosalie sometimes took some pressing to get an honest response.

But she only replied, “I’m sure. And I do think somebody should be keeping watch.”

Zoey couldn’t argue that. What she, Mel, and Delta were about to get into would be pretty distracting, considering there was a magic-eating monster out there, somewhere. Probably watching them, Mel had even said.

Which was weird, if true. That a voyeur was sitting in the shadows somewhere. She looked around and, of course, saw nothing.

Zoey inspected the condom Mel had tossed her. It wasn’t neatly bundled up, so putting it on would be a bit awkward, unable to just roll it down. Fortunately, it seemed she had a moment to herself—Delta and Mel were engaged with each other.

After getting herself situated, she had a long layer of thin, slightly green-tinted material wrapping her cock. Why Mel needed to ‘collect’ from her, Zoey still wasn’t sure. To draw the mysterious entity out? Why would Zoey’s cum be effective at that? At a guess, something to do with Ephy’s blessing—and why the being was interested in Mel’s shard at all.

In the moment, she couldn’t find it in herself to care that much. If Zoey needed to be milked to help Mel, then she guessed she could suffer that fate.

Delta pulled back, breaking Mel’s kiss, and gasping for air. Zoey sympathized. The slimegirl probably didn’t need to breathe, and liked to use that to her advantage.

“This is great and all,” Delta said, “but your body. You said you’d show off, and I’m kinda curious what you meant.”

Mel stepped back. “Well,” she said, “let’s start with the obvious. I’m malleable.”

Her body rippled, and in front of the two of them, the slimegirl’s body reshaped itself.

“Have a type?” Mel asked, breasts growing, and adding several inches to her height—making Delta have to look up, though Mel stayed an inch or two shorter than Zoey. “Skinny? Plush? Tall? Short?”

“Now that,” Delta said, amazed, as Mel adjusted her body a few times for her spectator’s pleasure, “is awesome.” She stepped forward and cupped Mel’s tits and bounced them, experimenting with their new weight. “Shorter, though,” she said. “But keep the tits.”

Mel laughed and obliged. Shortly, the top of her head only came up Delta’s chin—a few inches shorter than where she’d started.

“Turn around,” Delta instructed her.

Mel did so, happy to obey.

Delta squeezed her ass and rolled the gooey substance around. Zoey was equally entranced, watching the material shape itself around Delta’s hands.

“Can’t imagine this could get much better,” Delta murmured, feeling her up. “It’s a neat trick, but the problem is, you’re already perfect.”

“Aw,” Mel said. “You’re sweet. But clearly not that tempting, because I still don’t have you inside me, do I?”

Delta paused, then stopped squeezing her ass and tugged the slime girl in. A hand dipped between Mel’s legs, and she started stroking around, teasing. “You’re that impatient, huh?”

“More than impatient,” Mel said instantly and shamelessly, wiggling around in Delta’s grip, rubbing her lower half into the other girl’s fingers. “This version of myself was literally made to be fucked. So that you’re teasing is really, really mean.”

“This version of yourself?” Delta asked.

Mel threw a look Zoey’s way, ignoring Delta’s question. “And when are you joining in? Just gonna watch us?”

Zoey shrugged. “Enjoying the show. Letting you two make introductions.”

“I think we’re done with that,” Delta said. She looked to Mel. “Hey, does it hurt to go inside you? Like this, I mean?” She poked at Mel’s stomach, wiggling her pointer finger around her belly button. It sank a half-inch or so into her gooey substance.

“Hurt?” Mel asked, shuddering. She grabbed Delta’s hand and urged the digit deeper into her stomach. “No. Go further.”

“It feels good?” Delta asked. She happily obliged, wiggling her finger in, then joined it with a second. Mel let another lewd noise escape. Unsurprisingly, Delta wasn’t put off by the oddness of the situation. “Even your stomach?”

“My whole body is an erogenous zone,” Mel said shakily, moaning as Delta’s fingers explored around her stomach. “Like I said, I’m literally made for this. And very pent up.”

“I’ve got an idea,” Delta said, facing Zoey. “Get down on the ground.”

Zoey could tell by the glint in Delta’s eye that she’d imagined something fun, discovering how Mel’s body worked. So, obviously, she obeyed.

She got down on the grassy floor, cock sticking upward and still wrapped in Mel’s goo-created sheath. Her two partners approached. Zoey spared a quick look for Rosalie, who, despite claims to be ‘staying watchful’, seemed awfully absorbed in what was going on. She flushed and looked away as soon as Zoey’s eyes pointed her way, and Zoey smirked.

She didn’t know if seeing them have fun would change Rosalie’s mind in wanting to join in, but either result was good. Whatever Rosalie wanted.

Those thoughts were dispelled pretty quickly.

“Get on her,” Delta told Mel. “I want to try something.”

“Happily,” Mel breathed, joining Zoey on the ground, sitting on her lap. Zoey’s cock stuck up between them, and Mel marveled it, running her hands along her length. A few shuddering noises escaped Zoey at the talented fingers playing with her.

“Down flat,” Delta instructed.

Zoey did so, laying out so her back pressed into the grass.

“Now take her,” Delta ordered Mel. “And go slow. I want to see it happen.” She sat next to Zoey, on her knees, facing Mel. “A see-through body ... that’s seriously amazing.”

Zoey couldn’t help herself from reaching out and squeezing Delta’s ass, seeing it presented. Delta looked over her shoulder with a smirk, fox-tail swishing, then back forward.