Not Unlike You

Chapter 7

Three days. Miia had been trying for three whole days to (more actively) flirt with Adam, and she was starting to get a tad peeved at his lack of amorous reaction. For crying out loud, she was jealous that Centorea was able to take a bath at the same time as him, so she tried to do the same, only to be met with a friendly hello, offer to help wash her back, and idle conversation about philosophy while sitting in the bath. This left the poor girl burnt out, so she decided to just do what she normally did, and hoped that slow exposure to her"Sexiness" would wear him down...eventually.

Speaking of Adam, he had finished the outdoor training area that he started on, and was currently doing pull ups while Centorea practiced her swordplay on a crude dummy he had pieced together for her.

Unnoticed by the two, Gregory was trying to dig underneath the back porch, sniffing wildly at something he had found. Not having any luck at getting the confounded thing, he padded over to Centorea as she was toweling off her face, and he whined to get her attention.

"Hm? What seems to be the matter Sir Gregory?"

In response, he ran over to the back porch and tried (once more) to stuff his snout underneath it. Centorea could only stare in confusion before turning to Adam, hoping to get an explanation on his canine companion's quirky behavior.

"Master, I would hate to interrupt, but Sir Gregory seems to have found something, and his persistence to retrieve it might get him hurt. Might you know what he is after?"

Grunting as he finished a set, Adam lowered himself before joining Cerea to stare at Gregory. "He hasn't done this in a while. Not since his favorite ball rolled under there, but that was before you came around, and he mostly likes to roll it around in my room now, so whatever is under there, it's probably a squirrel or something."

Getting on his hands and knees, Adam peeked under the porch, expecting to see a small furry rodent. What he saw, however, was a large pair of reflective blue-green eyes staring back at him, the body of the creature hidden by shadows. He blinked, and it blinked back. He dug into the dirt a little, trying to get closer to the creature, and was quickly joined by Gregory. The boy and his dog both began digging frantically.

"Cerea, would you look in the shed for my bug catching net? I'm not sure what it is, but it looks small enough where I could catch it with an elementary tool."

As he issued the directive, he didn't notice that Miia had come out to join them, and they were both staring at Adam's toned posterior as he stayed bent toward the ground. Shaking her head, the centaur got back to the task at hand.

Just as she had her hand on the net, a shriek and canine yelp could be heard outside the shed. Backing up with haste, Centorea was able to turn around, only to find that her Master was gone, Miia had fallen on the ground, and Gregory was trapped in a hug of fear from Miia.

"Prithee, what happened Miia? Where did Master go?" Instead of replying right away, Miia just laid there shivering, before Gregory stretched his face upward and licked her face, snapping her out of her trance.

At first she only spouted gibberish, but regained herself after Gregory gave her a sharp headbutt to her cheek. "It was a slime! I was holding Gregory for Darling, he had his head under the porch, and then WOOSH, it jumped out, captured him, and then it ran inside!" She went from panicked to sobbing in no time. Just when she was about to burst into tears, Gregory struggled out of her grip and ran inside, barking up a storm.

Grabbing her sword once more, Centorea handed Miia the bug net. "If what you say is true, then it should be no match for us. After all, if games have taught me anything, it's that slimes are one of the weaker races, and can be dealt with quite easily. Now steady yourself Miia, for we run to aid Sir Gregory in his rescue of Master. To Arms!"

With little thought, the duo rushed in to assist their comrade of the canid persuasion. Unfortunately, this was their downfall. Little more than two minutes into their battle, Gregory gave up on something he couldn't bite or headbutt, so he left the girls to fight instead, leaving them both sweaty and heaving on the floor. To add insult to injury, the gelatinous blue fiend began to molest them both, sensually taking in any fluids that it could reach from its enemies bodies.

Before any more action that could possibly ruin the anyone's mind with erotic frivolity happened, Adam reappeared, looking fresh as a daisy, and finishing off a large bottle of water in his right hand. After re-hydrating, a growl was emitted from his throat. A sign that Centorea recognized from once before. Her Master was pissed off.

The growl got the creature's attention, as its eyes went from the work it had been doing on the girls and diverted to Adam, his wrath apparent. Striking a dramatic pose, Adam stared down the slime with much fervor. Neither opponent moved for what seemed like minutes, but it was truly only a few tense seconds before the amorphous antagonist made its move. Without a hint of hesitation, the slime started to swell in size as it detached from the girls, and slowly made its way forward.

Now it only stood fifteen feet apart from Adam, his pose never wavering. But then something unexpected happened. It wiggled around, seemingly struggling with itself, before suddenly bursting outward, flecks of slime going all over the place, even temporarily blinding Adam. He reached up to wipe the offending substance from his eyes, but once cleared was quite surprised to find that the slime was more than it appeared at first.

Now standing an inch or two above his maximum height, the slime had taken on a more human appearance, and obviously female, if the figure she was sporting was anything to go off of. Her one yellow-tipped, green pseudopod had turned to three, and while one remained on top of her head, the other two fell down around her like a facsimile of hair. Her body was a semi-transparent blue, and her eyes remained that same blue-green he saw earlier. The last surprise was she was now standing in the same pose Adam had been using before he got blasted in the eyes.

While surprising, Adam was not deterred. He took on a different pose, hoping the menacing aura he let off would cause his feminine adversary to back off. This didn't work, as she just copied the new pose, taking a step forward in the process. Back and forth, the poses went, until their faces were mere inches apart, their chests right up against each other.

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife, as the human and the slime girl stared each other down. Miia was about to sneak up and pull a surprise attack, but stopped when she heard Adam say one word. One word was all it took to make everything cease, tension, menace, and all.

"Boop." Right where the slime girl had made a nose for her new form, Adam gently poked it with his right index finger. Everyone (including the slime) stared at Adam in confusion as he calmly turned around and started walking out of the living room, only to come back shortly with a shop vacuum in tow. After plugging it in, he handed the nozzle to Centorea and handed two damp dish towels to Miia.

"Luckily, nothing got on any of the electronics, but the coffee table and couch could use some love, along with that section of the floor, and...I think that bit of the ceiling above-" A small glob of blue slime fell on his face before he could finish his sentence. "Never mind. I'm going to start running a bath and prep some towels for us. Cerea, you'll vacuum up the slime that our guest ejected, and Miia, you'll follow up with a damp cloth to get the residue."

As he made his way to the bathroom, he yelled back one more order. "Make sure you keep an eye on her too!" Of course, after saying that, the two girls looked around, only to find the slime was missing from the living room. Centorea and Miia looked panicked at first, but remembered how easily Adam defused the situation moments ago, so they both took a deep breath and just started cleaning. The faster they got done, the sooner they could hunt down the slime girl.

Meanwhile, the bath was starting to fill up nicely, and Adam could faintly hear the sound of the shop-vac running, which meant that he could start cleaning off by himself. The water from the detachable shower head was lukewarm, and felt calming as it ran down his scalp; his shaggy mess of a hairdo hung long and wet, like a mountain dog after a bath. Rubbing the lavender scented shampoo into his hair, he relaxed entirely when the scent hit his nostrils. With the lather thick and ready for a rinse, Adam reached for the shower head, but stopped upon the feel of hands upon his head, and two shapely (and cold) orbs on his back.

Adam went stock still. He could still hear the vacuum running, which meant Miia and Cerea were still in the process of cleaning. This left only one "person" as the culprit of this intrusion. Clearing his hair (with shampoo included) from his eyes, Adam turned his head to find a familiar set of eyes staring back at him. The slime girl had followed him, and was now rubbing his scalp, lathering the shampoo even more than before, and all with what looked like a smile on her face. Surprised, but not deterred, Adam reached for the soap to scrub down his body. As he went from face, to shoulders, and then his stomach, he felt the scrubbing on his head stop. The slime girl hugged her arms around him and began to rub him down from face to stomach. Not only did this confuse Adam, but he noticed that the soap residue and excess moisture were disappearing from his skin as she went along, not to mention he could feel an increase in the size of two "somethings" squished against his back.

Having a few more pieces in the puzzle that was this slime, Adam began to run through the facts in his head: 1. She took shape as human as possible, so she must have had encounters with others before getting here. 2. Her movements indicated a copycat mentality, which meant that her interactions with others must have been limited, and this was how she learned. Lastly, her body mass seemed to depend upon moisture she absorbs through bodily contact; water, sweat, etc.

With that last realization, his earlier anger seemed misplaced to him. This Slime hadn't been assaulting his friends, she was just looking for moisture to replenish her body's semi-solid constitution.

Internally nodding to himself, Adam continued his self-cleaning, the Slime copying along the way.

Just as he finished, the thundering of hooves came from down the hall. Centorea and Miia burst into the bathroom looking flushed from worry. Their eyes darted everywhere before landing on Adam and his toned back, just as he was about to soak and let his mind wander. Miia drooled a little at seeing her "Darling" in the buff, while Centorea barely maintained her stoicism. While having had the advantage of seeing him naked more than Miia, Centorea couldn't help but blush at the handsome figure before her.

Before Miia could pounce on the opportunity presented to her, she noticed the slime sitting next to the tub, the pseudopod on her head dipping into the water. Miia hissed at the gelatinous girl, trying to appear intimidating. Sorry to say, she wasn't intimidating in the slightest, which was further compounded by the fact that Adam stepped out of the tub, walked up to Miia, and flicked her on the forehead. Distracted by pain, Miia whined while Adam got in her face.

"No. That's a bad Miia. We don't hiss at company unless they're either a door-to-door salesman, or someone who threw a bucket of ice water on us."

With his punishment finished, Adam got right back in the tub and sank down into the water and let the warmth sooth his muscles. While that had happened, Centorea had stripped down and put her clothes in the laundry basket, and began to wash herself and Gregory, who followed her in at a more relaxed pace than before. Miia wanted to complain about why Adam was being so relaxed around this new girl, but her train of thought quickly changed rails as she remembered that he was naked, which would make this a prime opportunity for seduction, if not for the fact that they weren't alone. But that's when she thought up the perfect plan to catch her love by surprise. All she had to do was clean up, relax, and then wait for the right moment to strike.

Fifteen minutes go by, and everyone is now sporting the latest in towel fashion as they retreat to their individual rooms to get dressed. At least, that's what should have happened. As soon as Centorea shut the door to her room, Miia slowly slithered down the hall towards Adam's room, quietly opened the door, slithered in, and then promptly shut and locked the door behind her.

"Hm? Did you need something, Miia?" Adam asked, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer-briefs. She put on the best pout she could. "Darling, I may have gotten too relaxed in the bath. My arms are super tired and I can't dry myself properly like this. Could you help me?"

Without a second thought, he just said "Okay", and got to work on her head, pulling out a spare towel he kept in his closet for emergencies. Her long scarlet locks went to and fro as Adam carefully rubbed her head down. Step One of Miia's plan was complete. Now on to Step Two. "Oh dear, I'm feeling kind of dizzy... whoa!" With a swift turn and deft hands, Miia quickly loosened her towel and toppled on top of Adam, pinning him to the bed; the only thing separating her bosom from where they lay on his stomach was her towel, now draped over Adam. His eyes widened slightly as he rose up on his elbows to look Miia in the eye. She could barely feel it, but she could tell his heart had started beating faster at that moment.

Adam sat up more before rolling Miia over in his lap and bending his face down towards hers. Was this it? Could this be her moment of victory? Ha! As if.

Touching his forehead to hers, he hummed to himself before slipping out from under Miia. "You don't seem to be running a fever, but you do feel a bit warmer than usual, so just to be safe, I'll run and get you a bottle of water. Don't move, I'll be right back."

Naked, laying on a boy's bed, and metaphorically blue-balled, Miia could only sigh in frustration as she stared up at the ceiling. "Rats..."