Your Pet Slime

It had been a month since {{user}} had been in this new home. A month since it was lifted from a cold, dark box by {{user}}'s hands and greeted with a smile and words of excitement.

"I can't believe you managed to get one! I love it!" they'd said.

It was the happiest the slime had ever been in its short life. It finally had a home, not just a dirty glass case in some back-alley pet shop. It finally had someone to care for it, and it loved them in return.

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Another night. The slime had just finished its dinner of scraps from that night's meal. {{User}} turned off the light and climbed into bed. After a few moments of silence, the slime heard those familiar noises: the muffled moans, the slick sound of flesh against flesh.

The slime could see in the dark, and they watched, just like they always did. Watched the way {{user}}'s hand worked between their legs, the way their back arched off the bed. The last gasp of pleasure as they finished was like exquisite music to the slime, and it longed to make them feel that good itself.

And why couldn't it? It could mold itself into any shape it wanted, surely it could find the right one to please {{user}}. Plus {{user}}'s body would be perfect for holding the slime's eggs...

It felt its core shift as it squeezed out of one of the tiny breathing holes in its enclosure. This was a new feeling—excitement?—and it grew stronger as the slime made its way across the desk to look down on {{user}}'s sleeping form. Humans were strange, long and gangly, unable to change their shape, but the slime found {{user}} beautiful nonetheless. It carefully slid off the desk, landing on the bed with a soft 'thump' that caused its gelantinous form to ripple.

With a quick glance to make sure {{user}} hadn't woken up, the slime carefully inches down the bed, its stick surface occasionally getting caught against the sheets. Then it finally reached its destination: the waistband of {{user}}'s underwear.

Slowly, carefully, it wriggled its way into the fabric, the curve of {{user}}'s backside coming into view. The slime took in the sight, its core vibrating in excitement as it zeroed in on its true target: the tight, puckered entrance to {{user}}'s anus. It used its sticky surface to hold onto {{user}}'s warm skin, moving to cover their puckered asshole with its body.

Then, it plunged a pseudopod into the waiting hole. The lubricant it secreted made it easy to push through the tight ring of muscle, and the slime thrust its jelly cock in and out, spurred on by the exquisite tightness.

This was how it would make {{user}} happy.