Sheltered From the Storm

It was still a large cavern though with a lower ceiling - roughly 15 feet high - and the star-like crystals speckled the walls of the cavern like any other. But there were two notable differences:

The first being the pool of water that took over the left side of the cavern, droplets falling onto the surface from above.

The second being the presence of several round, pale objects that littered the room.

They had a strong sheen to their surface and their pale pink smooth exterior brought to mind pearls, only these where larger than any natural pearl on the planet.

They came up to chest height and were wider than Quinton's body - wider than if two of himself stood side by side even.

He was transfixed by their lustre, more so than the crystals from before; they were captivatingly beautiful to him though he could not figure out why.

As his parched throat lead him to the water, he counted the pearls in that room.

Three near the pool, two by the entrance to another tunnel and four on the walls around him.

He spotted a second cave parallel to the one he was in, partitioned off by natural mimicries of two walls that failed to meet. He could spy another two pearls in that cave too.

He knelt by one such titanic gem resting by the pool's edge and took several grateful mouthfuls of the fresh liquid, crystals at the pool's bottom emitted an ethereal green glow.

He looked around hoping to find some exit that explained the presence of the fresh water but to his dismay, the closes he got was the source of the dripping water: holes - not even big enough for a finger to wiggle into - present in the walls and ceiling surrounding the pool where rainwater likely trickled in from the outside to form this collection of water.

Judging from the slow rhythm the droplets emerged, it was likely the rain had let up a while ago.

Just how long was I down here? He thought to himself.

He turned to the pearl, admiring it's texture, it's glassy appearance.

Now that he was closer he could feel a faint sense of heat emanate softly from it, much like the crystals providing light around him. More than that he could smell a pungent, yet strangely addictive aroma surrounding the strange stone.

He reached out to grope the unnatural gem, resting his hand against it-

He immediately retracted his hand from the surface and stumbled back, goosebumps set up along his arm and the hairs on it rose up as every instinct in his body warned him he was in danger.

His hand came away wet with a milky white slime.

The sensation he felt as he touched the pearl wasn't the hard, smooth sensation of a rock but rather squishy, wet and malleable like fatty flesh.

He also noticed, in that brief instance, that the "pearl" was moving slightly, rhythmically rising and falling as if it was breathing.

As if it were alive.

He stumbled back into another creature, pulling away immediately but noting the resistance as slime stuck to his body like heavy glue.

The creature he bumped into, the one he had touched and the ones surrounding him began to move - unfurling as if a coiled serpent had woken up.

And he did not want to find out what he had woken up

With his way back blocked by one such beast, he made for another way out.

As the other tunnel was blocked by two other, waking, creatures he made for the second cave, passing the gateway leading into it and avoiding the other unfurling masses he spotted.

He noted a tunnel at the cave's corner and immediately ducked into it, rushing ahead and not bothering to look back he sprinted through the wide but one way shoot in the hopes of escaping the inhabitants of the paradise nightmare.

He kept running even as his lungs struggled to draw in gulps of air, even as his legs threatened to give in, navigating twist after turn of the seemingly never-ending tunnel that snaked into the depths of the earth.

Light was sporadically placed here so while Quinton could still see where he was going, it was dimmer than he had hoped.

When he finally came across a junction he forced his body, running on auto pilot, to a halt.

Catching heavy lungfuls of air, he took the turn on his left, leading into another cave, just as unusual as this weird hidden world could offer.

He stumbled onto a cavern that was dimly lit for it's expansive size, a narrow stone walkway connected to a raised stone platform surrounded on all sides by a deep moat of water, like Onyx island set underground.

The platform was bear save a large rocky structure punctured with holes like blackened cheese; one such hole set at the bottom was more than double Quinton's own height.

He tentatively stepped inside, investigating it's contents.

It was a smaller cave than the one he had come from but still rather expansive, if not disappointingly barren.

Unlike it's outside however, the small cave was brightly lit by an arrangement of crystals set along the walls of the space.

He walked inside, noting how heavy his feet felt as he did.

He looked down to find strings of milky white adhesive cling to the soles of his trainers as he walked. It was then he noticed the almost polished sheen of the floor and walls, reflecting the light of the crystals. He brought a finger to the wall and, sure enough, it came away coated in slime.

It was then several observations seem to fit into place in his mind.

The random yet almost artificial placements of the holes in the cavern, the fact that the hole he came in from was larger and where it was placed, the symmetrical spacing and arrangement of the crystals lining the walls as if artificially placed, the familiar milky sheen that layered the entire inside of the cavern.

The strange feeling of walking through a doorway into another person's home.

Their home.

Quinton had run from those strange creatures only to stumble into their lair.

*SMACK*

Quinton turned as a wet but heavy crash reverberated throughout the cavern.

Another "pearl", larger than the previous ones by an absurd degree, had suddenly appeared on the raised platform, likely falling from the ceiling of the cavern if that sound was anything to go by.

Despite the colossal drop however the creature did not seem phased in the least and was lazily unfurling itself as if it had simply tossed and turned in it's sleep.

Quinton ducked into the doorway, peeking out in spite of caution to catch a glimpse of what exactly he was running from.

The creature was a pale pink, almost white colour, glossy from being covered in it's slime and utterly massive.

As it's shape unfurled he quickly identified a thick, bulky tail but no limbs to speak of.

The creature might have been serpent-like in nature but it was too bulky and nowhere near long enough for it's size to be considered a snake, and it certainly didn't explain the copious amount of slime.

Then it hit him when the monster had fully untangled itself; it was a slug.

A giant, pale slug.

As he watched, one part horrified and one part fascinated with the fantastical sight in front of him, he saw something grow from the front of the creature.

It was facing away from him so he couldn't tell exactly what he was seeing, but it appeared as though some protrusion had started extending from the head of the creature.

He initially presumed it to be the eye-stalks - assuming he was right and the thing was in fact a giant slug - but only one of them appeared and the proportions were off.

It was narrower in the middle than it's upper and lower half, two more protrusions branched off near it's top and seemed to possess a veil of sorts.

As the creature began to turn to the side and Quinton recognize two more rounder extensions from it's mid section, the young immediately identified the woman for what she was.

That said, the more he stared the more he realized it wasn't accurate to call it a "woman".

It wasn't as if there was a human girl sticking out of the creature or riding it, the two seemed fused together, as if she was growing out of the beast itself.

Anything below the woman's groin had become one with the mass of flesh, but above that was the voluptuous form of a woman that could only exist in perverse art.

Wide hips bearing a bubbly ass, a narrow waist and a comically giant pair of heavy breasts that refused to sag despite their volume.

As he admired the vision of sexiness, he couldn't help but notice the thing had started coming towards him.

Panic forced him back to reality and he tore himself away from the entrance looking for a place to hide.

Slinking to the darkest corner he could find - which was unfortunately further from the only exit than he had hoped - he decided to wait for an opening before making a run for it.

After a while, the creature slowly emerged and entered it's home. Now getting a better look at his adversary, Quinton could make out more finer details.

Unlike a normal slug, this monster shared the same colour scheme all around and didn't seem to have any scales or blemishes on it's surface.

And the woman lacked any definitive muscle mass or skeletal structure, yet seemed just as solid as a regular human. She had no facial features save a mouth, her hair covered the spot where her eyes should be so it was difficult to tell if she had them or not.

On that note, her hair was less a collection of thread-like strands but rather a singular blob-like veil that shared the same colour scheme as the rest of her body.

It adapted the illusion of pink hair and fell down to the small of her back, just above her ass, contrasting against her pale body.

Two stalks peaked out of this blob but Quint suspected they weren't used for seeing and seemed to act more like antennae.

But what terrified him most was the sheer size of the creature.

He suspected that if the two were to come face to face, the front of the monster's lower mass alone would be more than twice as wide as himself and just as tall.

And the womanly half was definitely not to the average human's proportions either; the narrowest part of her waist seemed just was broad as his shoulder width and her torso alone took up at least two thirds of his full body height.

He pressed himself against the wall in spite of the glue-like slime coating his back and tried to remain as quiet as possible; a challenge in and of itself when you really want to start hyperventilating and breaking down like the rest of your sanity.

The creature stayed close to the entrance of the lair, turning her head and surveying the surroundings as if looking for something.

Looking for me, he thought.

He waited until he had his opening. He would slip past the moment she came deeper into the lair and a clear shot to the exit was made for him.

He just had to be a bit more patient.

He panicked when the creature's gaze lingered on the spot where he hid, had to force his body not make a break for it in fear that she knew where he was.

He feared that she could see in the dark or that he wasn't as hidden in the darkness as he had initially hoped.

After contemplating jumping out one of the windows to escape and a brief horrifying thought of being caught and eaten by a slug the creature let out a drawn out hiss that sounded almost like a sigh and moved away.

It's tail took a while to catch up to the rest of it's body, lingering by the doorway but there was more than enough room now to get out.

He couldn't afford to miss this chance.

When he was sure the creature was no longer looking his way, Quint edged along the circumference of the chamber as quietly and as slowly as he could manage.

The sticky floor hampered his movement but also muffled his footsteps, a double edged sword that would turn against him if he made one mistake.

He just needed to be patient. If he rushed then who knows what would go wrong.

He was almost there now, the entrance was right there, only a half dozen feet away from the exit. He just needed to stay patient and take it slowly. There was no rush.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Slowly.

Close enough that his outstretched arm brushed the edge of the doorway, the Slug monster began to turn.

Quint made the split second choice to run for it.

He started with a burst of speed...only to fall flat on his face.

Coated in slime he managed to push himself up and shake the dizziness from his head.

He completely underestimated the hold the slime had on his shoes and had become unbalanced. Now coated in slime he felt encumbered and found it difficult to get up.

Suddenly he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. A primal part of him was screaming in abject fear, his nerve endings were sending warning signs straight to his brain.

It was the most instinctive terror he had ever experienced.

He turned around.

The Slug woman was looking directly at him.

At first neither of them moved. For Quint this was out of fear freezing his body in place but for the monster, her mouth was opened in an expression of surprise.

Then it widened into a toothless grin and the creature reach out and dragged itself slowly towards him.

Quint began scrambling for freedom but the slime coated the front of his body and held him down, the alien formula was as potent as having a heavy set of chains bearing down on his body.

The creature was closing what little distance was between them in the meanwhile, her greedy arms were poised to snatch her prey up while he lay there defenceless.

Quint squirmed, crawling towards the exit rather than standing up deciding that the longer he stayed on the slime coated ground the less likely he was going to break free.

The water.

If he could just reach the water he could wash away the sticky trap he was ensnared in.

One hand in front of the other; clawing at the slimy stone and dragging his whole body forward.

It was his muscles versus the clingy secretions of the anomalous predator and he had to get away.

His feet kicked, his fingers grasped, his biceps strained, he was already halfway out of the door now.

He just needed to reach the end of the platform and fall into the deep moat. That was all it was. Just a little bit further!

He was almost practically out of the little chamber when he felt a vice-like pressure on his ankle.

He knew what it was. He could feel tears well up in his eyes before he had even turned around to see the smiling monster leaning down, both hands fastened to the ankle of his right leg.

It let out a ringing sort of sound.

Like a giggle.

Then it began pulling with phenomenal strength and little exertion.

Quinton tried to fight his assailant, haphazardly clawing at the smooth ground to get a grip, kicking at the woman's soft body in the hope that her grip might cave, screaming with futility into the empty, forgotten underground labyrinth.

Nothing worked.

Oh God, oh God, oh God!

I'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadie!

He reached out for the edges of the doorway - a yawning mouth to his end but - between a lack of grip and the creature's absurd strength - there was no struggle and he was pulled flailing into the centre of the lair.

She let go of his ankle but before Quint could try and shuffle back, she reached up and grabbed him by the back of his hoodie, hoisting him off the ground without effort.

He looked back and saw that the Slug body contracted itself to allow the woman to reach out and grab his floor bound body and now it was stretching back to it's original mass.

Now towering at full height, the Slug Woman was dangling the hapless Quinton a couple of feet from the ground, where he couldn't run.

He tried to wriggle out of her grip but it was too firm, at the very least he hoped he could get out of his hoodie.

In his desperation, his foot struck the creature's blobby lower half and got stuck.

When he looked down, he saw that the tip of his shoe had sunk into the flesh of the creature. And now a powerful suction dragged the rest of his foot into the fleshy body.

He cried out and doubled his flailing, but in his panic, kicked at the Slug half with his other foot and felt it sink into the wet flesh like it was trapped in quicksand.

I'm being eaten alive! He thought, assured that his end was sealed.

Soon both his feet had been swallowed up to the ankles and now the woman was pulling him closer.

He was face to face with her bosom, her round, bulbous orbs had no trace of areolae but they did end with fattening, perky nipples all the same.

He looked up at her, her eyes, if there were any, were hidden but he could tell she was observing him closely and taking all of him in.

As slow as she was, the monster was clearly intelligent. He wondered if she wanted to see the terror in his face as she ate him?

His mind raced with horrific scenarios. So much so that he didn't notice the suction on his feet had stopped leaving anything shin-upwards free.

He heard the creature let out the same giggle-like sound from before and found her arms wrapping around his body, his arms pinned to his sides, and pulled into her chest where her head bowed down to meet his own and smothered his mouth with her pink lips in a salacious kiss.

Quint went stiff in her hold in that moment, blind-sided by her sudden amorous action.

He half expected her mouth to suddenly unhinge and devour him whole any second now but she continued indulging in the taste buried in his gums.

Her plush pink lips played with his own, prying them open gently while her thick tongue slipped through the opening to taste deeper.

Quinton, for his part, was still seized by a fear of the unknown and squirmed uncomfortably in her embrace.

Despite how soft her body felt to the touch it held incredible strength seemingly surpassing Olympic athletes and the most superhuman bodybuilders. He could tell that if she so wanted, she could have easily ripped him apart limb from limb had she so pleased.

That realization alone was enough to convince him to relax, though he couldn't help but flinch away from her puckered lips and darting tongue out of confused fear.

If it bothered the strange creature, it didn't show. It just enticed it to increase the ferocity of it's assault pulling the hapless young man closer to her body, a thick layer of slime like a second skin bathed his body and turned his clothes soggy and useless, any warmth he received now came from the body clinging to him.

His shoes and socks discarded long ago without his notice, Quinton felt the slug's warm insides massage his feet with reverence.

The fleshpot bubbled over with copious amounts of thick slime and the soft, bumpy flesh kneaded his feet as if meaning to chew and nibble on his exposed and entrapped limbs.

Cocooned inside, the pleasant walls contracted more and more until they had practically moulded themselves to the shape of their prisoner's feet.

In spite of the confined space the flesh continued to pulsate and gnaw at him, inducing pleasure in his feet by targeting his soles, toes and the space inbetween. It was as if a thousand tongues were pressing against his skin while dolling dollops of saliva without end.

Curling his toes at the sensation, Quint could do little more than straighten up, unintentionally opening his mouth as he did his best to endure the pleasure only for it to be plugged back up by the smiling creature's tongue.

Her giant tits rested on either side of his head, which poked out of the cleavage like he was barely treading water. In spite of their softness their sheer size invoked a strong grip on his entrapped skull and resisted any attempts to worm away from the woman's assertive smooches.

As her tongue probed the depths of his mouth, he tasted a strong, musky liquid smother is taste buds and invade his throat.

The moment he swallowed her saliva, his body seemed to relax like putty in her hands.