Monster Hunter Conquest Collection #1 (8 page)

In
a rocking wave of undulation, the blonde understood that the dampness
under her palms was, indeed, alive. She stumbled to her feet, sword
held high as the mound continued to move. At first, she thought it
was growing, but it became clear it had been hidden beneath the
black, glossy surface the whole time. Snake like, it reared, and the
girl made a call to leap free of the mini quake.

Splashing
up to her waist, she sputtered as the acrid stuff entered her mouth,
eyes burning while she tried to get her bearings. Wiping mud from her
green orbs, her feet found some semblance of stability in the squishy
muck, and she looked upon what she had mistaken for the embankment.

It
turned towards her, moss and vines decorating the top half of its
body. Now, though, she could see the rest of the translucent, coffee
colored flesh. The head twisted, slow as molasses, to stare down at
her with four blinking, black orbs. It had no mouth she could
discern, only a long row on either side of its face, down to mid
body, that appeared to be feelers of various lengths.

This,
without a doubt, was her giant slug.

Her
surprise became elation, for it meant her hunt was over. The beast
had no defenses she could see, no teeth or spikes or weapons.

With
a deep inhale for dramatic effect, she gave a loud cry that sent
birds fluttering in shock, and hoisted her blade high. The swamp made
her movements slow, ugly, but it didn't matter; the slug was sitting
there, almost oblivious to her intent.

With
victory in her veins, the Hunter screamed once more, the satisfied
sensation of her sword cutting into the body of the thing. It was
like gelatin, the speed of her cut entering fast; too fast. Caught
off guard, expecting it to have had more solid mass, she found her
hand had sunk into it as well, following the path of her attack.

For
a few seconds that seemed to hang, Siena stood there, blinking
doubtfully at the lack of reaction from the slug. Now that she was so
close, she saw it was easily seven feet tall, and wide as a tree.
'Does it not feel any pain?' She wondered, before gritting her teeth
and deciding to strike again.

However,
this time, her sword, and her fingers gripping it so tensely, seemed
frozen in the thickness of the monster's middle. Flexing, she pulled
again, wrenching with all her might to get free. The beat of her
heart became a staccato, and the girl began to panic.

Amazingly,
the wound she had created seemed to have closed up, holding her
captive.

Finally,
as if it had been waiting, the slug came to life.

The
head lowered, seeming to peer into her face, unemotional and inhuman
with its array of eyes and slick skin. The tendrils around its face
twitched, as if considering her. When they stretched forward,
reaching for her, she couldn't hold back a scream.

The
monster didn't seem fazed.

Tentacles
caressed her cheeks and forehead, almost tender as they curiously
explored her, the texture like peeled grapes. She flinched away,
trying to put as much space as she could between herself and the
feelers, but there was no where to go. Her shoulder touched the body
of the monster, and when she tried to twist away, she found she was
stuck as if it were a wall of glue.

Gritting
her teeth, she felt once more the oddly warm stroking of the tendrils
on her skin, tickling along her neck and prodding her ear. It was
disturbing, but otherwise, Siena began to feel she was in a strange
predicament, not a deadly one.

'If
I could just get my sword free...' She thought, peering over her
stuck shoulder to the blade.

Before
her wide eyes, the Hunter could see the weapon appeared to be
disintegrating in her very hand. Particles floated up in the goo,
vanishing until the hilt itself was all that remained. It, too, was
being consumed, leaving her fingers holding nothing. The logic of
this, that something could eat away at steel and leather so easily,
made her skin turn cold as she imagined her flesh melting.

Gawking
at her appendage in the slug mass, she didn't even care about the
fact it was still prodding at her neck and jaw with its slick
tentacles. After a few minutes, though wary, Siena didn't see or feel
anything odd happening to her skin or bone. Confused, but relieved,
she used her free palm to brush the seeking, empty face of the
monster off of her. It was relentless, returning despite her
increasingly rapid slaps. “Ugh, get off of me already!”

Not
expecting a response, she wasn't shocked when it did nothing but
stare at her. Beady eyes on stalks, like black pearls, unblinking as
they stared into eternity.

Her
lips twisted into a frown, and she brushed the sticky coating from
her palm onto her shirt. Almost instantly, the material parted where
she had touched, leaving a hole. An idea skipped along her brain, so
that she turned with expectation to observe that where her shoulder
was touching the body of the thing was now, indeed, bare to the air.

“
Oh
my gosh, really?” Stunned, she flickered a look from her ruined
top, to the slug beast. “Are you honestly eating everything but
me, is that it?”

The
blank, mouthless face only stared, and she found herself missing the
banter that often came with her escapades as of late.

Grunting
with effort, she tried again to pull free, not ready to give up where
brute force might serve. On and off, for half an hour, she pushed and
pulled and shouted into the expanse of the swamp. By the end she was
breathing heavy, sweat beading on her golden skin and her hair
sticking to her in places. Adrenaline had long fled, and her muscles
shook as if she'd been chopping wood for hours.

A
flicker of defeat hit her, and she found herself slumping against the
creature. Expecting to simply rest on something solid, she instead
slid through into the gooey being. It seemed to have softened, so
that she could move even the formerly trapped limb. It was a jarring
sensation, like falling into tepid jelly. Her reaction speed was fast
enough that she was able to keep her head out of the creature,
submerged from the neck down in the tan belly.

Gasping,
terrified, she had once more a flash of panic that she might be
dissolved and become a meal.

The
sudden, tingling sensation that crawled over her form did nothing to
assuage this fear.

Wide
eyed, emerald pools gaped down into the translucent skin, which she
was firmly entrenched in once more, like it had chosen to harden
around her again. Stuck in place, her hands at her sides, her legs
braced wide, she witness the slow but steady destruction of her
clothing.

The
first to go was the already partially hole covered tunic, the fabric
evaporating into invisible particles as she gawked. With it went the
tight chest gear she had worn to keep her breasts in place, as they
were large enough that it could be distracting in a fight. In the odd
texture of the slug, her pink nipples looked beige, like she was
sitting in a cup of tea.

Next
came her trousers, as well as her belt, which she lamented over the
most; it had cost her a pretty penny.

Left
in only her thick thigh high boots and a pair of thin ebony panties,
she frowned deep as a gorge and groaned when they disappeared.

There,
stuck in something sticky as honey, the Hunter was stark naked and
exposed.

The
only thing left to protect her dignity was a soft curl of golden hair
over her pussy.

That,
too, soon began to melt away, causing her to shout. “Oh, come
on!”

It
was strange, the tingling crawl that arched up her toes and over her
nethers. It was then that she knew what the monster had done; all of
her body hair was gone. A flicker of panic made her wonder if the
blonde strands on her head might have been in danger, but that was
pressed aside as she began to debate if she'd make it out of this
encounter at all.

The
slug hunched around, curled over its center to face her once more.
Her fine brows furrowed, but she had no where to go as it drew close
to her expression of terror. The little tendrils on the sides of its
head rubbed over her cheeks, making her shiver.

However,
something worse was to come.

Amazingly,
she felt the viscous gel shifting, pushing her upwards, as if to
expel her from the mass. Tan skin broke free of the surface, but her
relief was short lived. Once her shoulders and rounded breasts were
out, the motion stopped. With her hands still stuck down by her hips,
she was more vulnerable than moments ago, something that seemed
unthinkable.

The
creature, for once, lost interest in poking at her round cheeks, and
instead began a slow but sure path down to her soft mounds.

“
Don't
you dare!” Siena hissed, trying to rock herself free, but she
had little range of motion, no real place to escape too. Undeterred
by her complaints, the slug brought its wide, flat face down to her
chest. The touch of those tentacles was soft, almost ginger, like it
was trying to make sense of her body.

The
appendages felt slippery, and they left trails of a clear slime as
they traced over the shape of her breasts. Without much waiting, it
extended the feelers, and she experienced the odd sensation of
something so very gooey and warm caressing over her nipples.

The
thick gel it secreted made her tingle, and without any say in the
matter, her little nubs swelled and became firm under the touch of
the monster. Slow as its namesake, the slug kept at this, as if it
had found the most interesting mystery in the swamp, and the only way
to solve it was to stroke its tendrils over her sensitive areas again
and again.

The
blonde woman moaned, struggling less and less as the sensation began
to rush over her. It was too weird, to distressing, for her to feel
this way at the hands of a giant slug. 'Hands, or tentacles?' She
wondered absently.

Soon,
far too soon, the girl was arching into the touch, the alien
experience exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. All the
little branches running over her flesh were unlike anything she had
ever experienced, and her senses were flooding with a heart beating
rush of arousal.

'Seriously,
what's wrong with me?' She thought in a flicker of clarity. Green
eyes flashed, looking over the shiny head of her assaulter, trying to
decide what she could possibly do. None of her plans seemed to be
logical, and her thoughts were getting foggy as the beast never
seemed to grow tired of teasing her nipples.

As
if on cue, when her groans were coming more often, more audible under
her breath, the girl felt herself shifting again. Once more the
creature seemed to lift her in a way she couldn't understand, pushing
her from its body. For a moment, her hands were free, but her elation
didn't remain.

The
stubs of tendrils extended from the emotionless head of the slug,
growing longer and longer until they were like ropes, binding her
arms and keeping them at her sides. The creature lifted her until
only her feet remained in the goo, locked in place in the spaced
stance she had adopted originally. The air of the swamp danced over
her body, which felt sticky and sapped of energy. Siena wasn't sure
if it was from her struggles, or some chemical in the monster's acid
like secretions.

Her
bare pussy, vulnerable to the world and especially to the beast,
still tingled from its brand new bareness. Glancing down, she could
see the way her skin glistened, like she's been waxed completely. It
made her blush, and she had a fleeting thought, both strangely
exciting and also humiliating, that her hair might not grow back.

The
giant slug observed her, and she it, her chest rising in a vibration
of anxiety.

The
hair on the back of her neck, the only other hair that seemed to have
survived, being above her shoulders, prickled when new tentacles grew
from its head. They were similar to the others, but she could see the
tips seemed different somehow. Her knowledge grew when they drifted
back to her breasts, and opened like flowers onto her aching nipples.