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Kinktober/Voretober 29 - Noncon/Breathing (fic in desc)
"You guys go ahead to the beach, I'm taking the scenic route." These were the last words Caulder said to his friends before setting off on a trail along the cliff's edge. It gave him a view right into the local dungeon, and he liked to watch the mimics slowly shift around when they thought nobody was watching, and various denizens play, fight, and generally move about from the safety of his trail. Unfortunately, fate had something else in store for him today. Be it a slippery patch of grass, tripping over a rock, or simply losing his footing along the edge, Caulder found himself suddenly airborne and plummeting. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for impact - if the fall didn't kill him, he was certain the monstrous residents of the dungeon would finish off his broken form. However, rather than a hard jolt and a merciful lack of consciousness, he was suddenly slowed and stopped, his surroundings a strange, cool liquid. Had he fallen into a pool he hadn't seen? Holding his breath, Caulder blindly swam up, wondering at how much more difficult it was to push through this pool. As he breached the surface, he let out a breath and eagerly took in fresh air, looking fearfully around at his surroundings - he was only in his swimming trunks, after all, and a dungeon was no place for such unpreparedness. The pool was strangely shaped, and seemed to have a surface that curved away. The man had a sinking feeling - and not just from gravity or the pool fighting his swimming. A strangely viscous liquid, in a dungeon, with an unusual, curved-looking surface...
Caulder swung his head around. With a struggle, he pushed himself a bit higher in the "pool," letting him peer further around the outsides. Forelegs, haunches, the hint of a tail obscured by them, and... an enormous wolf's head, all in a light blue. Caulder had fallen into some kind of Huge wolf/slime hybrid. Treading slime, he breathed a slight sigh of relief - asleep, it likely could not digest him before he mounted an escape. He began to make his way down the surface of its side, planning to pull himself free along the ground. Then, he saw it move.
The slime lifted its massive head and its jaws parted in a wide yawn, showing off gelatinous-looking fangs that melded back into the rest of its snout when it closed back up again. Just as it settled back down on the dungeon floor, however, the slime's grip tightened around Caulder's legs and yanked him back in with barely enough warning to steal one last gasp of air. Cautiously, he opened his eyes to watch it, making sure that it once more laid still before again crawling towards its side. However, he felt he wasn't making any progress, the surface of its body still a couple meters away. His heart began to beat faster - from the effort and from a creeping sense of dread - and he redoubled his efforts, pumping his legs up and down and pulling handfuls of slime past his body. Still, to no avail - he remained right in the wolf's center, the cool, thick slime flowing slowly around him while he waited, fighting buoyancy just as easily as it had fought his body. His lungs burned; Caulder had spent his useful air trying to escape, and needed more. On reflex more than thought, he kicked up towards the top of the slime, squeezing his eyes shut with exertion, using up more and more of his energy until spots filled his vision even behind his eyelids. Pain filled his chest as his last breath escaped him, shortly followed by consciousness. As he deliriously drifted away, the last thing on his mind was "Well, at least it didn't digest me too..."
Caulder swung his head around. With a struggle, he pushed himself a bit higher in the "pool," letting him peer further around the outsides. Forelegs, haunches, the hint of a tail obscured by them, and... an enormous wolf's head, all in a light blue. Caulder had fallen into some kind of Huge wolf/slime hybrid. Treading slime, he breathed a slight sigh of relief - asleep, it likely could not digest him before he mounted an escape. He began to make his way down the surface of its side, planning to pull himself free along the ground. Then, he saw it move.
The slime lifted its massive head and its jaws parted in a wide yawn, showing off gelatinous-looking fangs that melded back into the rest of its snout when it closed back up again. Just as it settled back down on the dungeon floor, however, the slime's grip tightened around Caulder's legs and yanked him back in with barely enough warning to steal one last gasp of air. Cautiously, he opened his eyes to watch it, making sure that it once more laid still before again crawling towards its side. However, he felt he wasn't making any progress, the surface of its body still a couple meters away. His heart began to beat faster - from the effort and from a creeping sense of dread - and he redoubled his efforts, pumping his legs up and down and pulling handfuls of slime past his body. Still, to no avail - he remained right in the wolf's center, the cool, thick slime flowing slowly around him while he waited, fighting buoyancy just as easily as it had fought his body. His lungs burned; Caulder had spent his useful air trying to escape, and needed more. On reflex more than thought, he kicked up towards the top of the slime, squeezing his eyes shut with exertion, using up more and more of his energy until spots filled his vision even behind his eyelids. Pain filled his chest as his last breath escaped him, shortly followed by consciousness. As he deliriously drifted away, the last thing on his mind was "Well, at least it didn't digest me too..."
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