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The Wrong Kind of Supposition
🕑 Added 2023-01-07 02:52:55 +0000 UTC"Agh, shit, that smarts!"
Being an adventurer was great! Fame, power, fortune, honor and glory, all of them could be at your reach, if you were willing to risk life and limb for them, because the one thing that a life as an adventurer would never promise you was safety.
Except, of course, at the end of the day, when camp was set up! Get all the spells and equipment out, all the enchanted warding stones and even the repellant agent, get yourself a nice little slice of the wilderness for yourself, allowing even the deepest exploration a single night's respite. For many reasons, it was impossible to weaponize the tools used, but some genius had discovered that you could just take a lot of the failed weapons and spells and anchor them in such a way as to create a safe zone, if only for about ten hours or so.
Thus, the Twilight Reachers, a band of explorers, adventurers and treasure hunters, had managed to find themselves a safe place to rest in the Wilderness of Greshom. Plains of rolling green grasses as far as the eye could see, only occasionally interrupted by a rock, a tree, a bush or a stray monster chasing prey.
A green desert that was just as deadly as any sandy one, if not even more so, considering it was rumored that a Goldscale Dragon, so nicknamed because its scales were of a shining golden color, had made these wildlands its home.
The Twilight Reachers were here in the first place to try to be the first to find, and slay, the Goldscale. Much like its name implied, it was a very profitable enemy to hunt.
Their party composition was even extremely suitable for a dragon hunt.
First was their ranger, an extraordinarily immense mountain of a man, named Tobias, who preferred to go by his childhood nickname of Toby. The Ranger could, and would, bring the dragon down from the skies with his special arrows, tearing its wings to shreds if it tried to fly away from them. He was always first awake, and his scouting ability had proven invaluable, as the greatest and most experienced outrider the group could imagine.
The second in command was half a head shorter, but his shoulders were much wider. The warrior Antonio was a brutal fighter, but an even more dependable protector. With a full beard that was the envy of others wherever he went, he was a well known figure, sometimes even referred to as the face of the party, for he was as strong as he was amiable. Great cook too, and he was even now slaving over the pot that contained the party's dinner, ensuring that it came out right.
"Shame he's about as straight as coiled rope eh?"
The Witch Elenco was no less impressive. It was hard to imagine that the woman was a witch at all, especially not with the washboard abs that she put proudly on display. She wasn't quite tall, but she was slightly above the average for a village woman, and what she lacked in height she more than made up for with presence, with a charming, easy smile, impressive and easily visible musculature, and of course, the impact of her incredibly potent and versatile magic.
And then last, and potentially least, was the party's last member, and the least well known. "I... sure?"
Laurasia, Laura to her friends, had only recently started to put on her adventurer's muscles. Despite the fact that she was a frontline fighter, a vanguard, her inexperience was showing, as finished the final thrust of her practice routine, wiping the sweat off of her brow. She was practicing with only the innermost layers of her armor on, she wore light armor in the first place but she still needed to make sure she was capable of moving well in it.
This meant that her relatively unscarred body was exposed, and more importantly, the fact that she was carrying a bleeding cut from the earlier confrontation with a group of sabertooth lions.
"Ah, you're wounded, Laura," Elenco said, humming. "If you aren't careful about that sort of thing you could scar that pretty skin of yours. Be a shame, wouldn't it?"
Laura huffed. "It's- it's the proof of a warrior," she said, "if I have a scar, that means I survived a deadly battle," she said, "r-right?"
"Oi oi, whoever said that's a fucking idiot," Antonio shouted from his spot, sitting next to the pot. "A lot of mine itch like nobody's business and I've even had to get some magically removed because they made moving harder."
"Yeah, scars suck," Toby added, even as he stood on a raised platform, created from Elenco's magic manipulating the Earth. He was surveying the distance, not looking for threats as they were protected by the camp, but instead, simply making annotations on the party's map. "I used to think they were cool when I was a kid, now I save up money so I can pay a priest to remove them."
Elenco smirked. "See?" she said. "So you should just go ahead and get that healed before it leaves a nasty, ugly and itchy scar for the future."
"I- okay, if you guys all say so," Laura responded, slumping a little. "But wasting resources on stuff this small is..."
"Don't worry, we brought some of those newfangled reusable potions, bought them at the last town," Toby shouted, "it's good timing actually, they say you're supposed to use those overnight anyway, said they should help you wake up fully healed and feeling refreshed."
"Reusable- you don't mean the slime potions, do you?" Laura asked, turning to him.
"You know any other kind? Regular potions don't refill themselves," Toby said, waving his hand.
"B-But, they're- they're disgusting, a-and-" Laura winced. "I don't suppose you've got some regular potions?"
Elenco giggled. "Oh, to be so young-" she sighed,
"You're thirty two!" Laura accused. "You're not even that old!"
"Well I'm flattered that you would call me a very young lady at the peak of her beauty," Elenco said, "but seriously Laura, if you're getting squicked out of using something as useful as a reusable potion just because of its application method, I don't know if you'll have much of a future in our party..."
"I-" Laura froze, then visibly gave up. "I- suppose you're right."
"Damn straight," Antonio said. "'sides, ain't nothin' new to any one of us. We were working way back when we had no real means to keep slimes outta our camps anyway!"
Laura scratched her cheek. She'd heard of the age of adventuring prior to the discovery of totally safe camp technology, there were quite a few tales of parties that had, ah, partied a little too hard and discovered themselves at the mercy of unexpected nightly visitors.
"F-Fine, but I'm doing it in my tent!" Laura said.
Elenco grinned. "Suit yourself," she said, then she grabbed one of the bags that had been closer to Antonio, and then pulled a blue bottle from it. Within was a thick, viscous looking liquid that seemed more like jelly than anything. She passed it to Laura, who grabbed it and stared at it dubiously.
The bottle had a bit of an odd shape, almost entirely cylindrical, but suddenly narrowing down to an almost pointy tip. The tip was perforated at the end, but the bottle was designed such that nothing could actually get out.
"You put it in place and twist the bottle when it's firmly, uhm, lodged," Elenco explained, making motions with her hands.
"I- ugh, I'll figure it out," Laura said, taking the bottle and then stomping over to her tent, buttoning it closed behind herself. Another great addition to adventuring? Flaps with buttons to hold them in place for privacy, for adventurers' tents!
Within, Laura had a lamp powered by a small wisp, a common item. Feeding it a mana stone extracted from a monster would revive the Wisp and cause it to emit light until its mana ran out.
She sighed. Her sleeping bag was already set up. Within the tent, cramped though it was, Laura unbuckled the belts holding her armor together, and then slid off the leather and metal reinforcements. With the chest piece gone, it was easier to remove the leather skirt and leggings underneath.
Within moments, she was down to just her underpants, simple and comfortable cloth for adventuring. She had a few more wounds than the one Elenco had noticed, scratches mostly, but also a few cuts and bruises. In truth, she was in quite a bit of pain.
She looked at the bottle, and finished taking her clothes off, placing her underpants at the top of the neatly folded pile she had just made of her clothes and armor. She only had just about enough space for such a thing because she was thinner and less muscular than the others, but a smile tugged at her lips when she realized it was already slightly more cramped than a week a go. She was putting on some good muscles, she mused as she flexed her arms and legs.
The sting of her wounds reminded her of the purpose of this early retreat to bed, and so she looked at the potion, and remembered the apothecary's instructions, when she'd learned of these potions.
"Stupid lewd slimes..." she muttered.
Indeed, it was the discovery of the healing properties of slimes, and how they could be made stronger, that resulted in the creation of this kind of potion, which was in truth just a slime, fed healing potions from birth, that had since become a slime made of viscous healing potion.
Taking a deep breath, Laura got on all fours, resting her head on the sleeping bag, her ass shaking a little as she reached with her hands. This was difficult to do to oneself, but it was even worse to be assisted. With another steadying deep breath, and a sigh of resignation, Laura felt around until she found her target, moving the tip of the bottle up to her butt, between her cheeks, tracing the curve of her crack until, with a jolt, she felt it touch her anus.
"This is it... here I go," she muttered, and then with aplomb and determination, shoved the tip of the bottle right up her asshole, spreading her anus and invading herself with the weirdly hard tip, which felt oddly like a solid slime, rather than feeling like glass at all.
She winced, the feeling of being stuffed was uncomfortable, and even worse, she wasn't entirely certain she disliked it. She had never been the most curious of girls, she'd touched herself, fooled around with a couple of boys, but she had never had anything up her backside, nor had she ever thought she'd even try it.
For someone who had lived two decades with only using it as an exit hole, having something go up the pooper was an entirely new experience.
"A-Augh, that's- intense," she muttered, "n-now, it's in place, so I should-" she clenched her ass, not really intentionally or voluntarily, merely a reaction as a tingle of sensation went through her. At the same time, a jerking motion had her twisting the bottle.
Thus, the bottle was unlocked, and the prisoner within, released.
If she had thought she had felt a bit stuffy and weird shoving the tip of the bottle up her butt, Laura was absolutely not prepared for the intensely slimy and disturbingly liquid feeling of the slime rushing out of the bottle! It was unbelievable, it seemed to take less than a second, at the first moment, it felt like something had slid into place, or maybe something had expanded somewhere, and then all of a sudden Laura was FULL.
And not just full, but unbelievably FULL!
It was weird, it was wet, it was nasty, it was slimy and it was terrible and Laura bit down on her lip desperately in an attempt not to let out the incredibly lewd moan that was trying to claw its way out of her throat. She could scarcely think, and certainly the pain of all her wounds and bruises was gone, instead all she could feel was the disturbing sensation of something moving inside her, of something wet and nasty sliding up into her body through her ass.
And she fucking loved every second of it, and hated that she loved it!
It was horribly amazing, it was moving just- just so well, just so perfectly, it was filling her up to completion, expanding and stretching her, but only as far as she was capable and comfortable, it wasn't pushing her beyond her limits at all.
It was-
Moving even more! It was vibrating even! She could feel it!
"Ahgh, fuck," she moaned, "this- is way- too much..!" she spoke haltingly, fingers clenching dirt and sleeping bag alike, and she bit down on her pillow to try to stem the flow of her moans and groans and little cries, trying to not let her pleasure be heard by everyone else at the camp.
But it was to no avail, she couldn't control herself anymore, not as the slime seemed to have completely filled up her bowels and was now vibrating even more intensely, activating every nerve ending and pleasure center in her body at once.
She collapsed, her knees unable to hold her weight, and her cunt gushing out her fluids.
From outside the only thing that was amiss was the now empty bottle, sticking vertically out of her butthole.
The witch Elenco would come in later, but would find herself unable to wake up Laura, who was sleeping like a baby, exhausted after the slime was done with her.
Elenco licked her lips as she looked at the, once more filled, bottle of healing slime. With a bit of work, she pulled the bottle out of Laura's ass. "Well, if Antonio's so fond of things... I guess I'll give the backdoor a test ride myself," she hummed. "Seems like it did wonders for you," she added with a giggle, looking at the peacefully sleeping Laura.
Elenco took the bottle to her tent, where she'd spend some time, right before bed, testing out its effectiveness...
