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A Slime's Wolf

For SuperSuperDog

By Draconicon

Theft was a way of life for Morris, and the least dangerous place to steal from tended to be the place where nobody was alive to call the guards. That meant the ruins and the dead places of the world, and there, it was less stealing and more reclamation. At least, that was the way that the white-furred wolf thought about it when he went dungeon-delving and found things that were profitable enough to keep food on the table.

Such was the case here. He wasn't going through this dungeon to steal from the dead. He was here to reclaim the goods that would be better put to use in other places. Not necessarily the weapons - they never sold well - but old rings, different potions, the magical artifacts that had been lost by those adventurers that spent their lives (literally) going for things that they couldn't actually take for their own.

Add in the fact that this dungeon had an untapped vault, too, and the whole place had been all but irresistible for the experienced thief.

Morris knelt down at the door to the vault, one sensitive ear pressed to the stone wall, the other flicking back and forth as he listened for anything or anyone that might try and sneak up on him from behind. There were endless opportunities for that when the monsters of a dungeon were just left alone or snuck past rather than fought; they loved to sneak around when you weren't looking and beat you down.

Well, if you weren't lucky. Sometimes they just liked to fuck you.

But Morris would prefer this particular infiltration to go without molestation for once, so he kept one ear peeled as he listened to the falling tumblers. Click, click, click they went, one after another falling into place as he picked the lock, until he reached the last one. He leaned in closer, swearing that the sound had been dulled, somehow.

Padding at the other end?

Probably not. Probably just some mold that had gotten stuck in the key slot, making it harder to trip the last of them. He stuck his tongue past his teeth, half-biting it as he focused on finding the trick for the last one.

Up?

Down?

Down-left -

There it was. The lock came free, and the vault cracked slightly on one side. He smiled to himself, getting to his feet and brushing off his leather armor.

"All the riches, just for me..."

He pushed the vault door open, stepped inside...and his smile dropped right off his face.

"...Where'd it all go?"

It didn't make sense. The vault had been locked tight, which meant that there was no way in hell that anyone could have taken the goods from inside. Hell, even if someone had managed to unlock it and then seal it shut again, that would have been to protect the crap that they couldn't take away in the first raid.

So, where was everythin?

And why did the walls look...so...blue?

Morris froze as he felt the floor wobbling slightly under his feet, then slapped a hand across his face. He was a gods-damned moron.

"Slimes."

Wobble, wobble, splorch. The sound of the slime shifting and covering the vault door was as disgusting as it was loud. A wall of blue that was more transparent than the rest of the slime all around him covered the door out, and that left him in nothing more than a room filled with the slippery stuff. He pulled out a dagger, attempted slicing through it, but it did nothing. This wasn't just a normal slime, then; this was a Royal Slime.

Fuck.

Morris turned around, watching as the room shrank down. No, he was wrong. It wasn't shrinking, it was filling. The slime was pulling in from whatever anchored it to the walls, dragging more and more of its material in to surround him. He threw himself against the slime wall once more, seeing if he could burst through, but it was hopeless. The whole thing was too strong, too old for him to rip through that easily.

The slime bubbled around his feet as it started filling up, soon all the way up to his ankles, and then rising further. Soon, it was up to his knees, and the further it went, the more that it messed with his clothes. What leather he'd bothered wearing in was melted down, breaking down in the natural acids of the slime, leaving his legs bare, and then -

"Mmmph..."

Then it was up between his legs, bobbing his balls up and down as it settled around his waist. The deeper part of the slime solidified, cupping him and holding him in place, while the rest of it started wobbling up around his body, pressing against his back, his stomach, his chest. It went through his hair like slithering snakes, each bit of it getting rid of his clothes until he was completely naked.

Hmmmph, the worst of unappreciative audiences...

It would have been one thing if he had been naked before the guards. At least they would have known the treasure of a man that they had in their clutches. But this thing? It didn't know one person from another. All it did was hunt, consume, and...well, he wasn't sure what else it did, but an appreciator of beauty, it was not.

Morris tossed his hair in a mix of frustration and resignation. He supposed that it would surround him and fuck him, now. That seemed to be the way of monsters around the pretty ones. The wolf crossed his arms, waiting for the tentacle that would slither its way up his ass and start the whole thing going, or the mouth that the slime would form around his cock that would start sucking every drop of his seed from his balls...

But neither came.

Instead, the slime oozed up around his neck, encasing him from the neck down, before a different tendril started rubbing across his lips. Too slender to look like a cock, it seemed like something that was a little more...piece-meal, like the slime was offering a piece of itself to him.

"What are you - mmmph!"

As soon as he stupidly opened his mouth, it lunged down his throat. Not thrusting, not fucking his face as he had half-expected, but rather dropping something slimy down his throat. He swallowed by instinct, feeling it go down and hit his stomach with a chilling feeling, almost like swallowing too much ice too quickly.

Even as he tried to sort himself out, to fix himself, he could feel the cold spreading, taking root in his guts. The chill spread out through his legs, and then up through his chest, arriving in his arms shortly after. He gasped for breath, shivering.

Yet, even as it spread, the slime finally did the thing that it was supposed to do. A long tendril forced its way under his tail, sliding deep into his ass and lifting him up on his tiptoes within the slime. He gasped for breath as it went deeper, deeper, deeper still, always finding something else to tease as it went, lifting him up and stirring him up at the same time.

His cock? That was surrounded by a slime that had turned almost firm, but still giving as it clenched around his cock. The chill might have found its way to his shaft, but it was still hard as could be. He groaned, thrusting his hips despite himself, fucking that sleeve that the slime had offered him and fucking himself on the thick tendril so deep inside him.

Yet, the chill kept spreading, and as he gasped for breath, staring down his nose, he watched as it - and his fur - slowly began to turn blue. Not cold, but blue, blue as the ooze around him. Blue as the slime that had gone down his throat.

It pulled him in, encapsulating him completely. He was forced to close his eyes, feeling the slime pressing down on him from all sides. Even as he was fucked, filled, fucked, sucked, he could feel the all-over pressure doing something to him. It would squeeze, and he would gasp, and then it would squeeze again, leaving him shivering from head to toe, and then he would feel it release him. Just for a second, just for a moment to shift position, and when it did, he felt different. Wobbly. Bouncy.

Giving.

He groaned as it worked him over and over again, the chill slowly becoming less and less intense and more and more just a fact of his life. There was no more pain or discomfort from it, just a realization that it was there. He felt...compacted, he supposed, under the slime layers, condensed, squeezed, the slime moving him, manipulating him into thrusting forward and back, filling his ass - and his guts - with more of that slime tendril, while his cock was milked all but to the breaking point.

And then, finally, he went over the edge.

Morris moaned as he came, shooting his load right into the slime around him. The orgasm stretched on and on, further and further, straining his ability to keep thinking. His mouth hung open, then stretched.

Everything stretched.

When an orgasm that seemed to last five minutes finally ended, the slime ejected him, not just from the shell that it had created, but from the room entirely. He stumbled out of the vault, turned with his fist raised, and then stopped, staring at himself.

He was no longer flesh and fur, but a slime himself, with goo for skin and armor and a body at all. He was flexible and soft to the touch, he realized as he pulled his arm around and around, circling himself with the limb three times over before he had to let go and leave it spinning back to where it belonged. His strength was greater, too, as he kicked the door and felt no pain, and more, saw it swinging shut as if he had used both arms to shove it.

The slime had changed him...changed him a lot, for that matter, but it still left him an inkling of intelligence.

And for a slime wolf as pretty as him, an inkling of intelligence was more than enough to get by on. He smiled a bit, posing before the door before flipping it the bird, collecting his tools, and high-tailing it out of there.

With all the slime abilities, he imagined that he could do quite well for himself as a more public thief. No more needing to worry about whether someone could kill him if he just couldn't be killed.

The End

Summary: Morris goes into a dungeon for some treasure, and instead finds some royal slime.

Tags: M/solo, Slime, Transformation, Wolf, Slime Queen, Monster, Bondage, Anal, Cock Sucking, How Dare They, Orgasm, Cum,