[4.000 words] [Slime-tf] [Minor-mind-change] [unwilling] [Permanent?]

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The glades around town were considered a delight by most adventurers, who enjoyed breathing in the fresh air, sniffing the fragrant flowers, listening to the singing birds, collecting delicious fruits, crossing rivers of fresh water, and hunting many of the low level monsters that dropped useful items for everyday life. It was one of the first places a budding explorer would want to visit. The best thing about it, was that the place was totally safe for anyone who was at least a level one adventurer.

However, Fleeks was just a villager girl. More specifically, a level zero human, just like most people who didn’t choose the adventurous life. Tired of the uneventful city, the boring fields of crops and samey harvest festivals, she decided to take the day off. She’d heard many wonderful things about the nearby evergreen glades, but she’d never had the chance to see them for herself, so she went out to see if it was truly as heavenly as many made it out to be.

She packed up some snacks, a canteen of water, and made the thirty minute walk to her destination. The sun was shining bright, butterflies carelessly danced around, trees swung gently with the wind, and the smell of fresh grass filled her lungs. The place was extremely welcoming and she had the sense that she could relax there for as long as she wanted. Besides, if she ever saw some monster, she would surely be able to outrun it, since every creature in there was slow.

Fleeks found a nice place to sit underneath the shade of a wide tree. Being far from the town’s noises was a marvel. There was no loud chatter and no wheel carts passing over a rocky road. She wished she could spend more time in nature, where things were simpler and where she wasn’t required to work and socialize most of the day. Sometimes she dreamed about becoming an adventurer and leaving it all behind so she could travel the world.

As a butterfly approached, the girl smiled. She wondered how many unique creatures and plants existed in other locations, as well as incredible landscapes. Her life so far had been limited to the surroundings of her birthplace, and sometimes she had a nagging thought that she was just some background character in a world meant for heroic protagonists.

She sighed and followed the butterfly with her eyes.

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Outside of the girl’s field of view, a big slime observed her. That slime’s life was a constant, torturous cycle: Spawn, get stomped by adventurers, spawn, get stomped by adventurers, spawn, stomped, spawn, stomp-stomp-stomp. It had learned to hide even from the tiniest little glint of metal armor, to hide from even the sound of their boots in the tall grass, to hide from any sign of humans. However, the human it saw on that day had no armor, no weapon, no enchanted robes and, more importantly, no levels. It was the slime’s luckiest day.

It slowly approached from behind, without making a sound. Its body slid over the ground, leaving a shiny trail of mucus. Most adventurers, whenever they got that mucus on their boots, would scoff about how they needed to go wash off (those damned humans said the most dangerous thing about slimes was that it could ruin their clothes!). Anyways… The slime was salivating and, if it had a heart, it would be beating faster than raindrops hitting the canopies. After so many decades of humiliation in the hands of humans, the creature would finally have a chance to escape from that cycle!

Once the clueless girl was only a few inches from it, the slime opened its mouth wide, towering over her.

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When a shadow covered Fleeks, she thought it was just a cloud passing in front of the sun. However, once a slimy drop fell on her shoulders, she turned around to see a wall of green goop with a pair of ears on top. It was like a wave that was about to crash down. Before she had time to scream, the gigantic maw slammed shut, swallowing her whole, leaving only the legs outside. She kicked frantically. Her vision turned into shades of green. Kick, kick, kick.

The ooze stuck to every inch of her skin, bringing an icky feeling akin to diving into a lake of egg yoke. The slime was so dense that the poor girl could barely wiggle, as if her limbs were trapped by an invisible membrane. Opening her mouth to shout was the biggest possible mistake, because the rubbery taste tortured her tongue. Just a few moments ago she’d been imagining shapes in the clouds! Now she was drowning in the body of a stupid slime!

No matter how much she fought, Fleeks’ level zero was no match for a level one slime. She had no offensive or defensive abilities, no items and no blessings that could take her out of that simple, beginner level situation. People’s constant warning to never venture outside the safety of the village echoed in her head. That was her punishment for not listening. But she never had thought a regular day could end that way. She just wanted to have a quick walk outside!

She dreaded the imminent threat of pain and death, already imagining what it would feel like as the monster would digest her with some kind of acid. She closed her eyes tightly and sobbed. But pain never came, and neither did death. All she felt was a strange lightness, as well as a constant wobbling of her skin. She also realized that she no longer needed to breathe. Maybe she was simply trapped? Maybe the slime would eventually release her after realizing she couldn’t be digested? Maybe someone would come for a timely rescue? At least she could hope…

Held in suspension inside the creature, Fleeks could only wait to see what would happen. To pass the time, she tried opening and closing her hands, but for some reason, she could no longer feel her fingers. Looking at them, she gasped. Where hands used to be, now there was an amorphous skin colored jelly, swirling slowly…

Fleek’s hands had dissolved and, as the slime became bigger and sucked in her legs as well, the same process happened to her feet. A tingling sensation spread as her legs and arms, much like fast burning candles, began to disperse and look ooze-like. She was stripped of all the dextrous movement that, sure, had never held a sword or staff, but had plenty of grueling work out in the fields!

She also found herself becoming see-through, acquiring a bright pink shade. What could that mean? Was the slime playing with the food? It still didn’t feel like death. She suddenly was overwhelmed by the sensation of not knowing what this dumb wild monster was about to do.

“Just let me go, just let me go, just let me go!” Her words were snuffed by the thick ooze! All of her movements manifested as a bunch of flailing and useless kicking — except, she no longer could tell if she was moving a leg, an arm, or her head! The goop turned her in on herself, making her more akin to a sphere! She couldn’t even tell where her torso ended and her head began, because she was now tasting the slime’s goop above, below, and all around her! Her clothes vanished and revealed more wiggling flesh. When a pair of long slimy ears pushed out from her head, she finally realized what was going on.

Her last human words were reduced to bubbles inside the slime’s belly, as her lips sealed themselves into a smooth surface. Even her eyes became goop, but rather than going blind, every drop of her being gained the ability to absorb light — she had a full view of her surroundings, a fully spherical vision; confusing and nauseating. She also tasted the insides of the slime predator as if Fleeks’ every molecule had gained taste buds. Whatever remained of her brain (Oh no, oh no, she did still have a brain, right?) was overwhelmed — so much light, so many tastes, in so many directions! All her senses were being teased at the same time! So many little vibrations ran through her, so many icky scents caused her whole body to recoil, so much taste, and light… oh so bright… injecting into her!

She barely had time to process seeing the ground and the sky at the same time before the slime expelled her. Fleeks was sent splatting to the floor as a wobbling mass of goop. Her brain flashed with stimulus as each droplet separated from the others, creating new sets of spherical visions, as well as capturing the taste of grass, rocks, dirt and moss under her. Then, she felt her parts being pulled together by a magical magnetism centered on herself, putting her back together.

Having her body split apart and then regroup in such a short time scrambled her now liquid brain. Memories were lost and then remembered in a few seconds. At one moment she was many Fleeks at the same time, then she became one again. Her very mental power was so wavery now that her body dripped ooze from every inch of her surface, akin to a silly slobbering puppy.

– Finally! – Fleeks heard her own voice say.

Confused by that sound, she slowly turned to face it, and to her surprise, she found her own shoes! Or rather, the shoes of another Fleeks, with a full duplicated set of her clothes (her clothes!). She curled as her gaze slowly climbed up that body, all the way to that mischievous grin.

So… so tall… yet, that was her?

– Look at you. – The other Fleeks said. – Gotcha!

When that “giant” crouched down, Fleeks squeaked and contracted her whole slimy body, expecting the worst. A hand reached for her head, ready to attack. Yet, when it made contact with her, it simply petted her between the long ears.

– You turned out into a cute slime. – She giggled. – You’ve even got a rare color! Pink is very pretty on slimes. Most of my friends wished they had been born pink.

All Fleeks could do in response to that teasing remark was a silly, unassuming gurgle. That damned slime had swapped bodies with her. She didn’t even know such a thing was possible. There was no way it was permanent, right? Right?

– You see, I was so tired of being a slime, and having to deal with adventurers killing me every day. – She turned around and plopped her hind end on top of Fleeks as if she was a floppy stool. The former human, forced to bear the shape of her own butt, flattened a bit at the weight. – And luckily, our kind… or should I say ‘your kind’, hehe… have this cool ability called “mimicry”. It lets us swap places with enemies that have a level lower than us… which is basically zero, such as little insects, river fishes, small birds and, of course, silly villagers like you who decide to venture in the wilds. – The creature laughed, and as she did, she lifted her butt up just to subject the slime to it once again. – You have no idea how many of us live among you.

Fleeks furiously wiggled her ears. Was she really being used as a cushion for her own ass!? As much as she liked her own thighs, that didn’t mean she wanted to be squished by them! But she had no idea how to move in that new form. She had no legs to walk and no arms to pull herself. So she was stuck, pinned to the ground, conforming to her former ass cheeks and pleading to be released from them.

Was she supposed to move like a slug? She had never seen an actual slime, only heard stories about them, or saw adventurers cleaning the gunk off their armors.

– Are you trying to move, cutie? – The creature pressed its butt even more against Fleeks’ head. – You gotta let one of your sides melt until it spreads ahead, then you harden it and pull. Very basic stuff for a slime. You better get used to it. I managed to quickly walk on two legs, so you'll have no problems doing the slimy equivalent. Unless maybe you like being under me.

After several more minutes of constant struggling without results, Fleeks finally gave up on trying to escape. Then, as she sighed a bubble, her body relaxed and the constant dripping became more intense. She lost height and spread into a disk, turning more and more liquid, until Fleeks turned into a puddle.

– Guess I’m done with you. – The creature who stole her body got up, wiped the seat of its pants, and laughed. – I have a life to live now! Can’t be spending it out in this silly forest! Good luck dissolving rocks and getting constantly hunted for fun! One day another clueless villager might come by with a new body for you to take.

Fleeks had to watch her own former body walk away, unable to even pledge for it to return her vessel. Unable to even follow it back into town. The former slime strutted further and further into the distance, its expression full of glee to subject her to this treatment.

There was no way her friends wouldn’t notice the change! There was no way that damn body-stealing-slime would be able to go unsuspected. Right? People would realize what had happened and they would send a squad of adventurers to rescue her and undo that foul magic! Right? Right?...

She blubbled.

Stranded, Fleeks drooped her ears. She tried to feel her amorphous body, figuring out how to move each particle of it. But everything was just a single bobbling mass with no characteristics that could set things apart, such as clear limb distinctions. Whenever she lifted one part of her body, another leaked into the ground, and whenever she tried to slide in one direction, her other side melted. Minutes had passed and she was still in the same place, probably looking ridiculous.

It took Fleeks almost an hour to realize how to do exactly what the slime had told her: “You gotta let one of your sides melt until it spreads ahead, then you harden it and pull.” It was disgusting, it was slow, it was embarrassing, but it was effective. She had lost her humanity in so many ways…

Melt, harden, pull. Melt, harden, pull. Melt, harden, pull. That was how the slimes do. Fleeks told herself that it would only be temporary, and all she had to do was get back to her town and ask for someone’s help. People would surely be able to tell she used to be a human, right? All she had to do was behave differently from other slimes. Smarter than the other slimes.

As far as she knew, slimes couldn’t be killed, so even if people did mistake her for a monster and attacked, she would just gather herself again and keep trying. Although, being “slain” definitely meant turning into hundreds of tiny Fleeks droplets that would slowly gather together into a single one… she wasn't looking forward to experiencing such a thing soon.

She hadn’t even moved ten meters when Fleeks heard voices approaching. Human voices! Things would be solved faster than expected, she hoped. The pair of adventurers were happily chatting about the level 10 monsters they were hoping to encounter on that day. Fleeks immediately had to act.

She tried to do the least “slime” thing possible to bring those people’s attention to her. The first thing that crossed Fleeks’ mind was to dance, using her whole body as a wobbling, bobbing mass. She stretched upwards and splashed back on the ground repeatedly, spreading drops of ooze all around her.

– Check it out! – Said one of them, pointing to Fleeks – That slime is doing some weird stuff I’ve never seen before.

– I didn’t even know slimes could dance. – The other scratched its chin.

“Perfect!” Fleeks thought. “They will surely realize what’s going on!”

– Must be some kind of special slime. – Said the first. – Some extremely rare spawn. Have you ever seen a pink one?

“No! I’m not a rare spawn! I’m a person!” Fleeks tried to shake her body as if she was shaking her head. “No, no, no!”

– I would love to keep this one as a pet! – He crouched in front of Fleeks and patted her head. – Besides, it seems docile!

“What!? Docile?” She flared up at the thought of such a word applying to her. “I’m not a pet! Shoot, this is even worse! I’m a person! Help me change back!” She didn’t know if she was supposed to slap him with her ears just to make a point that she wasn’t up for grabs.

– It’s wiggling! I guess it means it’s happy to be your pet.

– It’s almost as if it can understand what we say…

Before Fleeks could throw a slimy tantrum, she was already grabbed in the adventurer’s hands and shoved inside his backpack. She splashed inside the leather container, all of the items inside it mixing into her fluid body. Fleeks could feel the intense tickling as potions, coins, candles, dry rations and other things swirled within her — She tasted all of them at the same time, and at that point, she was almost on the verge of cracking. “No! Listen to me! If you can’t understand me then I might be stuck like this for… forever!”

– Let’s head back to town and use a scroll of taming on it. – Said the one lugging the backpack. – I wanna make sure it stays with me and doesn’t run astray.

Fleeks shivered. She knew those scrolls. They contained a binding spell that would link the “pet” to its “owner”. It removed all of the “monster” skills of the “pet” and turned them into harmless critters that “loved” their captors. If that happened, she would never be able to snatch her body back! She would spend the rest of her days bound to this random person who’d just decided to grab her!

– I’ve always wanted to have a slime pet. – Said him. – Most people think they are disgusting, but I think they are adorable. They are always cold, which is great during the hot season. They are easily portable, since you can put them inside a jar during journeys. They have a texture that makes me want to stick my… finger inside it.

– I never took you for a slime enthusiast!

Fleeks was forced to hear a one hour conversation about why slimes are so cool while the adventurers returned to town. None of the things said about her new species felt like a compliment… A comparison to that would be hearing about the biology of women’s feet.

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It was official now. Fleeks had become a pet of some random adventurer. After having the scroll of taming used on her, she became even weaker than before. The guy brought her into his home, and the first thing he did was sit on his bed, put Fleeks on his lap, and pet the former human all over her new, sensitive body.

Fleeks tried to wiggle her way out, but her efforts only caused her mass to become unstable, hardening in some places and melting in others. It was a strange kind of massage, since the guy’s hands would sometimes sink into her and other times it would barely penetrate her surface.

– Woah! You are wiggling a lot! – He chuckled. – I guess you love being pampered.

“No! I don’t… you are a dork, master! Wait… Did I call you master in my thoughts?”

She eventually gave up and allowed him to grope all over her. Sometimes the guy poked her for fun, or scratched her ears, or sunk his entire hand inside the goop and mixed the girl’s jelly-like vessel. His warmth slowly seeped into her, and before she noticed it, Fleeks was all fuzzy and drowsy… she even began to release a bubbly purr. That guy’s thighs were a nice bed.

“This feels good… wait… what?”

When night fell, the adventurer sat at his table for dinner, and placed Fleeks inside a bowl next to his plate. Before serving himself, the guy poured carrots and breadcrumbs all over her. The fragments of food dissolved within the ooze, lending its nutrients to her. That was her first time eating as a slime, and it was akin to jumping into a lake of soup and having her own skin absorb it — “Gross…” — Still, that food was given by her beloved master, so she made sure to enjoy every molecule of it and ask for more.

Next, he took Fleeks outside, filled a bucket with water from the well, and shoved her inside it. The girl’s world spun around as she was given a rough bath, being swirled inside the container much like a stained shirt would, until all the specs of dirt trapped in her body fell off. When she was taken out of the bucket, Fleeks was nothing but a pure pink tinge, perfectly clean and see-through. She was ready to be hugged and kissed by her owner without the risk of ruining his clothes.

To end the day, Fleeks was placed inside a glass jar. The adventurer gave her a “good night” before closing the lid and depositing the jar on top of a nightstand. There was just complete silence now. No smells and no tastes. All she felt was the cylindrical form of the container, lightly pressing her from all sides. She’d started the day as a person with arms, legs, and a respectable job… and ended it as a bunch of goo in a jar.

“Is this… my life now? I’m not complaining about master, of course! But my body is so embarrassing. I wish I could be a prettier pet for him… I mean… I’m not a pet! But master loves slimes… it’s because I am one that he loves me so much…”

In that confined space, with nothing else to do, Fleeks’ consciousness drifted off. Her thoughts slowed down, and the last thing she did before falling asleep was sigh. She didn't want to get used to that. She had to have hope, right? One day, some high level wizard would notice that she wasn't a pet… right? Right?

“If I turn back into a human… will master still love me?”

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And so began Fleeks’ life of adventure.

Every day she would be taken into the wilds by her owner, as well as his party members — men that she could now tell apart by size, voice, and taste. Together, they would explore new locations, do all sorts of quests, find many treasures, and slowly become stronger. That is… the adventurers were doing all of that, while Fleeks merely tagged along.

The girl-turned-slime got to travel the world; watching the sunset in the crystal clear beaches of Alvatha; seeing the ice covered mountains of Seruda; passing under the rainbow colored leaves of the unicorn forest; tasting the honey dew berries of Ugathan Valley; venturing into the forbidden Lich’s Lair; visiting the Candy Islands…

While her owner and his friends grew more powerful, Fleeks simply continued to be just a cute slime, being the emotional support pet of the party.

In the end, she did manage to go beyond the village’s walls for a long journey…

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