Chapter 0 - The Adventurer's Secret

"Okay," Abigail said, looking into the entrance to the mines with a rusty sword in her hand, "you can do this, Abigail. You can join the adventurer's guild and slay slimes for Lewis's reward."

She did not say it, but she was also thinking "You can be like Joan." Joan was the new farmer who had just moved in and taken up her grandfather's old farm. She had also made a name for herself in the town as someone willing to venture deep into the mines and bring back fantastic treasures. Abigail admired her greatly, and tried to think like Joan as she steeled herself and walked into the mine. The rusty sword she had found just outside the entrance had given her the bravery to finally begin delving.

The first level of the mine was empty, and she picked up a few pieces of quartz as she looked around for the way further down. She found it, a hole with a ladder in the far corner of the tunnel, and climbed down.

On the second level she ran into a green slime immediately, the amorphous monster leaping towards her the moment her feet hit ground. She brought up her sword automatically and knocked most of the lime back, but some green goo splashed off of the slime on impact and hit her face and clothes. She felt a mild irritation on her skin as she swung repeatedly at the slime, reducing it to nothing but a glop of gelatinous slime, which she placed in her bag.

She heard a slight sizzling sound, but thought nothing of it. She quickly found the ladder to the next level and descended, only then noticing that there were holes in the sleeve of her shirt as she climbed. Apparently the slime was caustic enough to melt holes in her clothes, although her skin was only mildly irritated. She did feel strangely warm, however.

She passed through more levels, hitting level five having only killed two slimes and a couple of bugs, but the second slime had splattered on her a little more and had turned the front of her shirt into a crop-top, exposing her flat belly.

She continued to work her way down, getting her timing right as she dispatched several more monsters. It was all going shockingly well... save for the fact that she kept leaving her guard open and the slimes kept hitting her, not hurting her much but dissolving her clothes.

She reached level eleven by her count, and she had collected some slime - both in her bag and, regrettably on her body. Her cheeks burned as she imagined having to walk out of the mine back home like this, her jacket, shirt, and pants almost completely dissolved. Her underwear hadn't fared much better, it was spattered with holes and structurally unsound, threatening to fall apart at any minute. Her only unaffected articles were her boots and her rusty sword, and she wasn't sure how much longer the boots would stay un-dissolved.

Standing there distracted by her almost-nudity and tattered clothes, she failed to notice the quiet bouncing of a small horde of slimes sneaking up on her. One jumped at her, attempting to knock her over and almost succeeding, and Abigail began to run, the slimes pelting her as they chased and dissolving the remainder of her clothes, leaving her with only her rusty sword.

As she ran she heard strange, almost-human sounds coming from deeper in the tunnel. Abigail ran towards the noise, outpacing the slimes, and ran into-

-a dead end. And something very, very strange.

The tunnel wall was lit by torchlight, and as her eyes adjusted from the dimness she saw a human figure surrounded by slimes. And not just surrounded by slimes, but mating with them.

Details resolved themselves as Abigail's eyes became accustomed to the light. She stopped dead in her tracks and gasped, barely managing to get out a word, "Joan?"

The blur revealed itself to be Joan, with her short, wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes and a complete lack of clothing. She was standing, feet immersed and trapped in slime, with her legs spread. The slimes surrounding her had large, tentacle-like cocks that appeared to be totally solid, and one was thrusting into Joan's pussy while the one behind her appeared to be claiming her ass. The two slimes who weren't actively fucking Joan were getting stroked by her hands. Joan's cutlass lay abandoned on the floor.

Joan looked up, realizing that someone had spoken, and said "Oh, Abigail! Good to see you!"

Abigail was - suffice to say - completely stunned. Seeing her friend, the woman she admired, getting fucked by slimes and what's more appearing to enjoy herself, was too much for her to process. A silence ensued, Abigail having no reference point for what to say.

"So, Abigail - mmm, yeah, keep fucking me!- what brings you down here?"

"I uh, I um... I wanted to, to beanadventurerlikeyou... so I came down into the mines. What the - what is going on here?"

"You mean, why am I letting these slimes fuck me instead of killing them?"

"Um, yeah..."

"Well, I discovered in my second season here that collecting their slime by letting them mate with me was more efficient than chopping them up, and if I'm honest, way more fun. And I need a lot of slime to make some egg presses and replenish my fishing bait stock. So - oh yeah, just like that! - So I've been down here most days."

"I'll kill bugs without a second thought," Joan continued, "but with the slimes I'd rather enjoy myself."

Abigail tried to process all this strange new information, and she noticed that Joan's backpack had been carefully set aside, her clothes neatly folded under it.

Joan, meanwhile, craned her neck and said "Ooh, I see you brought some new friends!"

Abigail - who had been so shocked that she had forgotten she was being pursued by slimes, slimes who probably wanted to do to her what they were doing to Joan - started to turn around. But too late, as a slime tackled her from behind and brought her down to her knees, her sword flying out of her hand and clattering useless on the floor.

Abigail was on her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath, when the slime mounted her from behind and plunged its slime-cock into her tight ass.

Abigail gasped at the sensation of being filled for the first time - in her ass, no less - and tried to fight free while an incurably curious part of her examined the sensation. The tentacle-dick was as hard as a steel rod in the center, but was surrounded by more pliable slime that gripped the inner walls of her ass, constantly shifting into new textures as it thrust in and out. What's more, it writhed around inside her, seeking out her most sensitive spots and focusing on them. The slime was its own lubricant, so slick that the cock was able to slide into her ass with no preparation.

She tried to fight free, but another slime slid under her and encased her hands and feet, pinning them to the ground. It grew a dick of its own and plunged it into Abigail's tight pussy, stretching it wide open.

Her first time being fucked, and it was getting double-penetrated by two slimes. That was too weird even for her, and she opened her mouth in an involuntary moan. That turned out to be a mistake, as another slime had snuck in front of her and was more than happy to take the opportunity to plug her mouth with its own tentacle slime-dick, which wormed around in her throat and began thrusting.

Abigail made muffled sounds of distress while Joan looked on. She could see the woman, still being fucked by her own slimes, looking at her through the translucent beasts that were now claiming both of them.

"You're going great, Abigail!" Joan called out, as if Abigail wanted this.

Although she had to admit, there was something strange and interesting building up inside her as she was fucked by slimes in all her holes. She wasn't sure why, but a sense of peace was beginning to blanket her. The slimes' cocks were hard and warm and filled her up in a way that her fingers never could, but she knew that she had to get loose.

Something was clearly wrong, because she couldn't envision herself enjoying this. Perhaps a side-effect of the slime was that it somehow hypnotized its victims?

But no, deep down she knew that there was something pleasurable about this.

The slimes went hard and fast, not giving Abigail a spare moment to collect herself. As they mated with her, Abigail could feel an orgasm building inside her - something she had only ever given herself before, and now it was being given to her at the hands - or, rather, cocks - of these low-level monsters.

After a few more moments, the orgasm crested through her like a wave. She moaned into the cock gagging her mouth, her eyes becoming unfocused as she felt her entire body spasm - particularly the inner walls of her pussy and ass, which clamped down and pulsed along the lengths of slime inside her.

The slimes made some sort of squishing noise that sounded pleased, somehow, and one by one they came inside her. She felt waves of slime pumping inside all of her holes - first her ass, then her mouth, and then finally her pussy.

Joan was moaning like a maniac, and it seemed that the slimes had finished inside her too.

Slowly, the slimes pulled out of both Abigail and Joan, and the two collapsed onto the hard earth. Joan, now free from her slime bondage, crawled over to Abigail and drew the confused young woman into a deep kiss, sharing in the taste of slime that coated Abigail's mouth and throat.

Abigail, shocked by this new development, was more than eager to reciprocate the kiss. She had wanted to make out with Joan from basically the first time she had seen her, but she never would have expected to be like this, down in the mines with slime-cum spilling out of all their holes while Joan reached out and began to grope Abigail's breasts.

Abigail moaned into Joan's mouth, all but forgetting the slimes that still surrounded them.

Until, that is, a new group decided to take their turn.

Slimes proceeded to mass together and slid around the two young women, encasing them to the neck in green goo. Abigail and Joan both moaned as the mass of slime began to massage their breasts and ass, and their holes were more than welcoming of the slime cocks that slid their way inside each of them, double-penetrating both women while they continued to make out passionately.

This continued for a long while, every time one of the slimes came and pulled out of one of them another would immediately take its place fucking one of the women. Abigail, like Joan, gave into the pleasure and began begging the slimes for more while she kissed Joan, not believing what she was doing but unable to stop herself.

Joan's hands trailed through the slime and found Abigail's, holding them tight while the two made out as the monsters fucked them. Abigail was confused, but happier than she had been in a long time, and Joan's lips were so warm and soft and so were her hands and so were the cocks fucking both of them relentlessly as they went at it.

Abigail fell into a trance, losing all sense of self and time, giving in totally to the pleasure. But, eventually, all the slimes had had their fill of the two of them for the day and they were slowly let back down onto the ground, the slime dicks pulling out and letting wave after wave of slime spill out of their holes.

The slimes all slid away, back to the various parts of the level they called home, and the two lay gasping on the floor.

Joan then sat Abigail up and began to finger Abigail, scooping slime out of her pussy in the process. The slime cocks felt amazing, but Joan's fingers somehow felt even better as, almost as a byproduct of the slime collection, Joan brought Abigail to one final, thundering orgasm that left her shaking and moaning.

The two collected themselves and gathered up all the slime that the monsters had let out.

"Well," said Joan, "there's enough here for you to bring back to Lewis for the quest. Not quite enough for my egg presses, though." Then she got a glint in her eye and said "Say, are you busy tomorrow?"

"N-no," said Abigail. "Why?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to join me again tomorrow. To gather more slime."

Abigail shocked herself by nodding and saying "I'd like that."

"Wonderful!" replied Joan. She then kissed Abigail on the cheek, saying "It's a date," which caused Abigail to blush madly.

Maybe there was more to being an adventurer than just killing monsters after all.
