Lira's Accounts - Complete

The file, which she read as the driver took her on a three-hour journey to meet the companion half-way between their homes, described the species as follows: 'incredibly intelligent and sympathetic ... capable of shifting the amorphous forms into various shapes, dependent on instinct and imagination ... chemical-based creatures with some control over their composition and effect on other lifeforms'. Lira was primarily concerned with how well she was going to be fucked by it, but the extra info made for good fluff come the written piece.

At some point along a stretching, boring highway of lights and air, with massive drops into the ruined countryside under her and scorched sky above, Lira managed to fall asleep. Their journey northward would take her through what were the Highlands, then off over the North Sea, where they'd turn left and end up in what used to be Iceland. They had set off in mid afternoon, and her excitement was at peak levels, but the darkened sky, unlit by artificial illuminations, and the soft whirring of the engines under her pulled her into a pleasant but shallow slumber at around 3pm.

By 5pm, they had arrived. The jolt as the car came to a stop woke her with a start, and Lira stole a look out of the darkened windows. There was no rain here, but she couldn't see much for the thickness of the trees. Apart from the pathway they had flown down, which was paved by metal slabs - the only identification that this was an intentional way into the Marshlands, and not some natural parting of the greenery - the trees around her made an almost solid wall of dark brown and mossy emerald. Vines draped from wet-leaf branches, and the ground looked like it would make each step a judgement-call as to whether it would support your weight or drop you into mud and slime below.

She looked at the driver via his mirror.

'This is you, ma'am. I'll be here to collect you this time tomorrow.' and with that, her door popped open, and she got out.

She'd packed little more than the tech equipment required for recording, a spare change of clothes, and some food for the morning, so she already was feeling a little... under prepared. Anxiety started to slip in as she looked at where she'd been dropped off.

The Marshlands weren't unfamiliar to Lira in theory. A few years ago, she'd written a piece on the biodiversity of Marshland species since the human race had 'made contact', so to speak.

That was decades ago, now, but it was still having impacts. Technology had, for obvious reasons, jumped way ahead. There were humans off on interplanetary political summits, relief missions for natural devastations on the other side of the galaxy, and on research missions alongside crews from all over the universe to as-yet-unexplored areas of space. It was an exciting time, if you were up there.

Lira, of course, wasn't.

But she got to write about it, every now and then.

The different species that came to Earth brought with them requirements that, in the name of 'galactic participation', as it was called, required Earth to make adjustments. With terraforming technology, Earth was split into several sections, and each section split into different biomes and climates, to support immigrated alien life. Of course, humanity's population was accelerating, but alien technology had made cramped living more comfortable, and food was never scarce. If anything, it was just a bit boring. Art and creativity became the most common ways for people to spend their time, but you still needed money. Writing was a great way to make a bit of income, and Lira was, thankfully, good at it.

However good she was, and despite the detail file she was given, Lira didn't know where to go next.

She had been given these coordinates, and was promised at least minimal comfort. But honestly? It stank. It was a swamp, and not the kind from old Japanese movies that looked calm and soothing. This was a dark, creepy place, and Lira was worried.

A slurping noise behind her made her jump. Between two tree roots, which shifted slightly out of the way, something shifted in the water. It was shallow, or at least seemed so, but there was something in there.

Lira stayed glued to the spot.

Bubbles popped from between the trees, up until the edge of the little muddy platform Lira was stood on, just off the metal runway behind her.

She heard more gurgling, on the other side now. She span, and saw a shape come out of the water for just a moment before disappearing back under.

As scared as she was, she realised she had her filming equipment with her, including what was essentially a body-cam. She rifled through her bag, and clicked it to her wrist, so it pointed inwards, towards her. The idea was, whatever happened to her, she'd at least be able to make it into a story.

Wow, she thought. Journalism really twists your priorities.

She lifted her arm, pointing the camera outwards to capture whatever she could. Bubbles kept popping, on each side of her little platform, just staying out of reach. She had almost started to relax, when she heard a wet slap.

Spinning, she saw, and hopefully filmed, a slab of mud that was now on the metal runway.

That's my way out gone, she thought.

She really, really hoped this was all part of the 'experience', but wasn't sure enough to relax, so she just stood there.

'Hello?' she tried.

Another slap; now there was another slab of brown-green gunge where the first lot of bubbles had been, pointing loosely in her direction.

'My name is Lira,' she said, hoping that would calm things down. If anything, however, they got more lively.

All three sets of bubbles were now producing more and more green-brown sludge which was slipping towards her, on all sides. Thin tendrils of translucent green appeared out from the mum, and approached her, always staying flat to the floor.

Lira stayed still, completely unsure how to react.

Once one reached within centimeters of her, she started to panic.

This could do anything to me, she thought. She tried to ignore the fact that that excited her a little too much.

As she finished that thought, the tendril by her foot touched her shoe, and wrapped around it, softly. Lira didn't even feel any pressure as it flattened, becoming more of a coat of slime over her shoe.

It's exploring me too, she reminded herself.

One of the other tendrils met her other shoe, and started to climb in the same way. They enveloped Lira's feet, very soft and very gentle, but very much there.

A slight tickling sensation told her they were inside her shoes, and as she shifted her weight there was a soft squish - they were in her socks.

Fuck it, she thought. If this wasn't the companion, it is now.

She pulled her bag off, and chucked it to the metal platform, just missing the larger mass of slime that was approaching from that side. She pulled her jacket off, then her shirt, and then her tee. On her top half, all that remained was her bra, holding her modest B-cups, and the body-cam on her wrist. She pulled her shorts down to her ankles, but as she moved to step out of them she was stopped. Her feet were stuck.

Lira was able to shift her weight, and even move her feet from side to side to keep balance, but as soon as she tried to pull her feet upwards, there was massive resistance.

'Okay,' she said. 'Maybe not.'

She stood back up, in her underwear, with her shorts around her wet ankles, in thoroughly-slimed shoes, feeling that same tickling travel slowly up her calf.

It was exciting already, and thankfully the air in this marsh was warm enough to make it pleasant.

Her eyes flicked to the lump of muck and mud that she'd almost hit with her bag - it was much closer to her now, only a foot or two away.

Shit, so are the other two. They'd waited until she was very much distracted, and now she was surrounded.

She hoped they were going to fuck her, and not eat her. That would be a really embarrassing way to die. Especially seeing as it was on camera.

The three blobs encircled her, joining together in a ring around her feet about a meter thick in diameter, and quite dense. Whatever this was made out of, there was a lot of it.

It also, Lira could see, had seemingly self-cleaned in its journey over to her, as it was now almost entirely clear green goo. The goo coalesced into one great big lump before her, still holding her feet firmly to the ground, and stretched up. It matched Lira's height, and she remembered something from her notes - these creatures were incredibly sympathetic, to the point where some are convinced they have low-level psychic abilities.

In a way, Lira guessed, it was syncing up with her; finding the right wavelength to match her on. It copied her general physical shape, down to her hair length. Then details started to emerge, like eyes and lips.

It quickly became apparent, however, that this was not a visual copy. The Lira-shaped Oozelich before her copied her slim figure, but didn't cover it with any semblance of clothing. Her mirrored green breasts were firm, and the nipple at the end stood to attention, much like hers were under her bra. It also didn't bother copying her shorts, or the body cam on her wrist.

It's beautiful, Lira thought, trying her best to stay humble.

The figure moved closer, and Lira thought she recognised a smile on its face. Then it opened its lips, and a soft voice fell from it.

'Hello Lira.'

She was taken back for a moment. 'Hi.'

'Are you ready for me to show you what I can do?' it asked, cocking its head slightly to the side. Lira simply nodded in response, her heart hammering in her chest.

In response, it looped it's arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss.

Her eyes fluttered shut, surprised by the sensation but thoroughly enjoying it. Now she knew this was her companion, and not just some random horny slime, she was ready to go.

The lips on hers had weight to them, and she could feel, as they parted, a tongue poking through to meet hers. As they separated, a taste similar to cucumber lingered in her mouth, and a string of slime connected them like saliva, linking their lips for an extra moment.

'Our species have an affinity for chemicals, Lira. Would you like me to show you my favourite?'

She nodded, speechless, and still reeling from the kiss. She realised lazilly that her arms were being wrapped by the slime and held behind her back, just as her ankles were being kept together on the ground.

The slime moved in again, and this time kissed the nape of her neck. Ordinarily, this is an erogenous zone for Lira, and an anticipatory moan escaped her lips, but as the slime made contact she shuddered.

'Oh...' she gasped, as a feeling of pleasure seeped out from her neck, wracking her body and making her back arch, hoping for more. As the slime pulled away, Lira groaned in loss, and looked at it longingly.

'Your sensitivity is a chemical and electrical reaction. That, I can manipulate, so you can enjoy.'

She felt the slime on her arms spread to her shoulders, all the way down to her hands, and she felt the base that was around her feet cross over her knees. The slick, wet sensation on her naked skin was intoxicating, and completely alien to anything she'd experienced before.

Lira could tell it wasn't lying about the chemical thing, too. She could actually feel the warm, relaxing sensation wash through her, seeping out of the ooze like warm water under her skin. Her muscles relaxed, and she found her heart rate slowing as she was dipped slightly backwards.

Her hands, previously bound lightly behind her back, were pulled apart and lifted over her head as she was lowered down towards the ground. She wasn't sure when it had made contact with her bare hips and shoulders, taking her weight without much effort, but the sensation as it seeped between her skin and the fabric of her underwear was delicious.

Lira's eyes opened when her butt contacted the floor, realising she was being set down in a lying position directly in the puddle of slime that had collected around her feet, and the slime-Lira that had kissed her collar and shoulder blades the whole way down was looming over her. Lira was reminded of its liquid nature when she saw that while the top half retained its human-like form, from the waist down it was a stretching pillar of slime that melded into the puddle she was slowly sinking into.

She moaned with unexpected pleasure at the temperature - just chilled enough to make her flesh goosebump, but once her left leg was fully submerged, it was awash with warmth.

Her bottom half was now submerged, and she giggled at the sensation of her pants soaking in the slime, the warm dampness soaking her pussy and tingling slightly as it met her own juices. She heard a moan that wasn't hers, and saw the Oozelich hovering over her gazing down at her with a loving expression.

'Enjoying yourself?' it asked her.

'Fuck yes,' Lira replied, half-laughing. It quickly turned into a hitched groan, however, as her stomach and chest were pulled into the slime's intelligent and stimulating embrace.

She leaned back, letting her neck be taken under, before closing her eyes to focus on the sensation as the Oozelich claimed her chest, soaking her bra with itself and coating her wanting tits in its slick grasp. Her eyes popped open again at a soft kiss on her lips.

The human-looking half of the Oozelich sat up, pulling out of the kiss, and reached her hands down - Lira decided it was a her - and pressed them into the slime above her breasts. Lira watched as the hands disappeared, melding into the slime covering her, like water into a bath.

Then she felt a pressure. No, a squeeze. She could feel those same hands fondling her tits, invisible but very much there.

'Every part of me,' the Oozelich moaned, leaning down to Lira's ear, 'Can touch every part of you.'

Pawing at her breasts, the slime kissed her again. Lira eagerly responded, writhing under the layer of slime that was keeping her in place. Her lips parted and a tongue slipped in, brushing hers, before pushing it's way further down. Lira was reminded of her previous encounter, and that sensation of having a foreign thing take her throat was exciting, if a little uncomfortable - but a rush of arousal still rippled through her.

Between her throat being tongue-fucked, her whole body experiencing blissful attention, and her pussys slickness and tingling softly coaxing her to hump beneath the oozey cocoon she was now in, she could have been forgiven for not noticing as her face became awash with the initially chilled, but inwardly warm slime.

She sucked lightly on the intruder in her mouth, moaning around it as her cheeks, nose, eyelids all were encased in the slime. It swallowed the last of her into itself, claiming Lira as its own. Her own.

Lira hadn't noticed that she was still able to breath, and didn't care. Her lungs were being filled by the slime, but all she felt was the long, thick tongue that was quickly starting to feel like something much less innocent deep down her throat.

The groping of her body became more insistent, too. The slime had lifted her only a few centimeters off the ground, giving it access to her whole body unguarded. The shorts around her ankles were pulled off, along with her boots - but her underwear was kept in place.

'I've never had a human before,' she said to Lira, despite no longer having a mouth to speak from. 'You're so... juicy.'

Lira eyes shot open as her ankles were pulled wide, her thighs opened as wide as they would go. Something at her pussy fizzed ever so slightly, and Lira felt the front of her sopping underwear disappear.

She didn't feel any discomfort looking into the slime - it rather felt like opening your eyes underwater. Everything was kind of wavy, and as she looked at her floating body, Lira could see faint tendrils rippling through the slime.

She could see the remnants of her pants as they were dissolved into nothing. The faint buzz of whatever was happening almost felt like a thin, weak vibrator against her - not giving too much, but promising much more to come.

One such ripple of movement through the Oozelich made her shudder, as it started to probe as her entrance. Lira could tell that she was leaking a lot of her own juices, and the slime seemed to absorb them up into itself happily. It lapped at her, soaked through her ruined panties, seeping between her folds but refusing to go any deeper. Still, she arched her back, humping at her encompassing companion to finally take her, desperate and aching for it.

It wasn't until she let out a pathetic whine, stifled by the slime slowly throat-fucking her, that it relented.

Lira felt her thighs tense as that slick, warm substance pushed into her. Only shallow, and thin, to begin - barely breaking the surface. It felt strange, and hardly satisfying on the level she needed, but it was a wonderful start.

Quickly, the Oozelich expanded, growing it's protrusion to maybe the width of a finger. It dipped in and out, hardly an inch, but Lira was starting to lose herself. She was still lost in the feeling of her nipples, soaked in warm slime, slowly being rubbed and pulled, her arse being pawed at, cheeks pulled apart and slime slithering wherever it could. She felt it between her toes, and between her lips, and now, a slick, wet invader inside her.

The pleasure was immense and the lack of control and complete alien-ness of the sensations around her was taking her back to her night with Helthoh.

She came in a shuddering climax of stifled groans and twitching muscles, but Lira was not done with yet. The Oozelich simply seemed to take this as encouragement, and ramped up her efforts.

While still dipping inside her, the slime used her encompassing shape to start stimulating the folds of Lira's pussy, slipping around her and creating a sensation not unlike one long, unforgiving lick that just trailed along her clit to her tight anus. Lira shuddered from the feeling, but found herself still unable to speak for the slime in her throat.

In fact, it was so deep in her that she was reminded of the tentacle Helthoh had skewered her with, and she groaned in anticipation.

'Ohhhh,' the slime moaned as she throat-fucked Lira's entire gullet, while doing the equivalent of fingering and eating her out, all at once. 'Oh, you love it.'

I do, she thought to herself. I fucking love it, I fucking love iit, fuck fuck, fUCK-

Lira lost her train of thought as the slick trail inside her pussy received a burst of enthusiasm from the slime, growing easily thicker than any cock Lira had taken from a human.

Lira whimpered as she was stretched, and her mouth instinctively clamped shut to grit her teeth. Not until she had done it did she realise she had essentially bitten off the slime-cock that was deep in her throat, and she panicked slightly at the sensation of it slipping down her system, and out of her awareness.

'Fast?' the slime asked her, not mentioning the section of herself now deep inside Lira's body. 'Or slow?'

'Slow,' Lira choked at the size of the slippery monster inside her. 'God, you're so big.'

'I can go bigger,' the slime teased, as it started to thrust into her. The cock in her slipped almost all of the way out, until Lira could feel herself empty, and then, slowly, it pushed back in.

The groan that came from her lips was completely involuntary, rupturing from her lungs, even submerged in the slime.

The slime's thick cock sawed into Lira, bottoming out deep inside her. Even then, the pressure didn't relent, and she was sure she felt her cervix squelching as some of the slime squeezed through into her deepest cavern.

'I can feel myself inside you,' the slime moaned, making Lira shudder.