Cohost writing prompt: @slime-that — Ooze that’s so ready to split into like fifty parts
Ishwck knew what to expect when they opened the box, hours ago at home, already quivering with anticipation. An online order, from a cooking supplies company.
The gift message on the invoice sheet simply read:
Tonight
and inside the box was a jar of xantham gum.
Ishwck is usually fast-flowing, more gel than gelatinous; after absorbing and circulating the entire jar, they’re thick and heavy and slow with it, like a dessert so over-set that it resists the spoon. Instead of knocking, they painstakingly depress the floor-height doorbell button of Mistress Vania’s studio.
They’d first arrived several years ago, blush-opaqued, to haltingly discuss some “adventurer in the dungeon defeats a slime” roleplay. Their day job as operator-fluid in the Imperial accounting water-calculator devices was stressful, they just needed to blow off some steam.
These days, they bubble with laughter at that. Their sensual horizons these days are somewhat wider.
A tremendous shudder still goes through them at the sight of the evening, laid out in advance for them to see: a variety of impact instruments that tonight will not simply splash; the Wand of Electrical Sensation; spiky things and whippy things and a device that Mistress Vania assures them is for pressing the creases out of clothing between its marvellous, squishing plates.
And.
“Hello, Ishwck,” Mistress Vania purrs.
Ishwck is so ready to be made small and stupid and made of nothing but barely-sapient love and sensation, before Mistress Vania puts them back together again at the end of the night.
“Hello, Mistress,” they verbalise through apertures they pre-formed hours ago for the purpose, unable to do so now on demand without an impertinently severe lag, painstaking but still borderline incoherent with emotion. They gaze upon the wonderful, terrible device, the special occasion, the session’s piece de resistance; when Mistress Vania will coo at them that she’s going to take them apart into little bimbos, so be good and get in the deli slicer.
