Shimmer

You trudge through the forest, your feet squishing into the soft, loamy ground. Soon, the ground gets even squishier, the trees starting to look more and more like gelatin sculptures, their "bark" shimmering like latex. When you press your paw to one, it yields, and when you pull back, it yields more before peeling from your hand and slapping back into its original spot, the entire tree wobbling a little. Weird. After about 3 hours of travel, you find yourself in a clearing. You take a step inside the gooey ground, you feel a twinge of unease. You gasp and look around. You look to your feet, seeing a rune you hadn't seen before under your foot, You try to back away, but you're too late, as an orb of slime forms around you, engulfing you in a translucent green prison. You paw at the walls, squirming, trying to escape, but it's no use. The walls are too strong, yet incredibly yielding. You push all of your weight on one side of the orb, only to be pushed right back to where you were afterward. You're trapped. Completely and thoroughly. After about 45 minutes of panicked squirming, you're out of energy, and you hear a soft, melodic voice behind you, muffled by the slime around you. "Oh? What do we have here? A little treat like you, caught like a fly in a web, with no escape? Oh, how unfortunate!~" You turn around and watch a pool of slime appear. Rising out of the slime and forming is a beast of massive proportions. She has the top half of a rabbit, her long ears straight up, her bosom large and ample, and the bottom half of a quadrupedal wolf, four powerful legs and a wolflike lower body, bulging in the stomach area with something moving inside. Behind her is another bulge also wriggling and squirming, slime pooling below the bulge like... dripping "precum." Was that really her balls...? The slime creature chuckles, a low, menacing giggle that sent shivers down your spine. "You're in quite the predicament, aren't you, little snack? This little orb you're stuck in is unbreakable with that kind of strength. Only a special kind of sword can pop it without my permission.~ So unless you have that, you're all mine..." The rabbit-wolf taur steps closer and crouches down on her front legs, looming down on your prison. "And if I'm going to eat you... you may as well know my name. My name is Shimmer. And you? Well..." Shimmer gives your orb a lick. "Well, I think you look just delicious. Yet so lost. Like a little lamb. You and I are going to have such fun together.~"