Chapter 6 - Tying Things Together

Ever since bonding with intelligent life, i.e. Sarah, Aishura had learned a myriad of knowledge about the world as well as his own abilities. He estimated that it had only been roughly twelve hours since implanting a part of him into the young maiden, yet in that short time he had developed a great deal. 

The extent of his control had deepened a great deal. There was more than manipulating emotions and thoughts, as he could now transfer his own conscious into "infected" beings; for lack of a better word. Poor Clarence, always the test dummy, was the first subject to experience this mind transference. 

Aishura still hated rodents, and as much as he had learned to tolerate Clarence the idea of being a rat was a sickening thought. That said, he was reluctant to use Sarah, as he still didn't understand the potential implications of stealing someone's body; let alone an intelligent sentient being. So the rodent would have to do. 

The first several trials were an immediate success, as switching between the collective slime mass and the rat was seamless; but to reiterate, rats are disgusting. 

After the fifth time things became quite difficult as far as controlling Clarence's motor functions. When Aishura made the switch back to his actual form he noticed that poor Clarence was unresponsive for nearly an hour. Perhaps there was a physical and mental strain on the host? This would require further investigation. While incapacitated Sarah had grown quite fond of holding the rat, checking on his health periodically, it was endearing; still repulsive.

Most importantly, Aishura could now mold his appearance into whatever seemed appropriate. While this ability was still quite rudimentary, being unable to form manifest specific details, he could still shape masses of his being into whatever he desired. From men to beast, a swarm of insects to a mighty steed, all of it seemed possible. He had now taken to moving about the dungeon's halls as a mass of goo vaguely remembering a human male. Everything was but a work in progress, and progress looked promising. 

Alas, his attempts to reach the surface fell short. While he was able to squeeze minuscule amounts of his form through the dungeon's ceiling and topsoil the sun's rays still stung his membrane. Maybe a mold such as himself was never meant to reach the surface. He still had Sarah, who was now essentially a mind-broken servant. He missed her defiance but greatly appreciated the ease of issuing commands; she would do anything for him, but perhaps that was due to the massive warm shaft of goo he had left in her pussy. Oops. Her existence was now one of servitude and pleasure; unencumbered by the burden of choice and free will, and the best part, she always smiled...

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So my young Sarah, we need to talk, about your friends, things didn't go so well when you were last with them.

"What about them"? She had almost entirely forgotten there was a world outside. 

Shouldn't we find the rest of the gang? For both your sake and mine; I mean they are your friends?

"Yes, you're right! Isolde and Astrid would absolutely love to meet you, but Roland may not". Her face grew puzzled, trying to piece together potential dynamics between all of them.

Yes, I know, he may prove to be a problem; highly unlikely though. To further inquire, do you think there would be any way of convincing him to join us? Aishura didn't quite fear the warrior, but he did want to deal with him in a least messy way as possible. Perhaps a strong warrior would prove useful in their future little group.

"Maaybeee... Roland was always a stickler for honor and courage, but every man has a weakness right"? The young elf was becoming quite the deviant. As she contemplated how to recruit Roland an epiphany came to her, one that wasn't quite pure.

"Astrid! Poor young Roland was always a sucker for the young damsel in distress. A big strong man swooping down on a mighty steed! I mean, give me a break right"?She chuckled to herself as she sunk several fingers into her already full pussy, scooping out thick globs of slime in an attempt to feasibly reach her clit.

Astrid? The witch girl? She was a little young for his taste at only 15 years old, but perhaps she could be utilized. It would require some thought, but all in due time. He needed time to think, to formulate some form of a plan.

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I've been deliberating and I think I know how we can find your friend, but any input is welcomed.

"Whatever you want, I mean, you're in control! Master..." Sarah's tongue was hanging out of her mouth now, a thick strand of saliva running down her chin. 

Aishura sighed. She had probably just cum again, and by this point it was becoming a chore for him to change out her "toy"; but she was happy.

No. I'd like your opinion... Never mind, just listen you little whore, here's the plan. Me and you find the entrance of this decrepit keep, I'll escort you as far as I can. from there on no more slime, it's gonna be up to you. Don't worry. You won't be alone, but I won't be too effective in the sate I'll be in. I'll be with you... as Clarence. 

"As the sweet little rat? Now that's funny". Sarah suppressed her laugh, she wanted to be a good girl.

Oh boohoo, it'll be fine. I'll be your second pair of eyes out there, should anything go awry just retreat with me back to the cave, I can be of better use here; if any troll should attack you again perhaps I' could be a sturdier defense. Sound good?

"You had me at little whore". Sarah smiled and winked at the man-shaped mass of goo. 

Lovely, now let's get to work; little whore. 

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