Gift: Return to Dreams (AltrixWrites BDay)

Summary: A slime girl finds herself longing to return to the arms of a lamia that won her over, and to return to a life of unquestioning bliss and happiness. 

This is a birthday present for AltrixWrites

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Flannery Dotrey was, as far as anyone expected of her, a reliable, orderly woman. She worked as a teller at the Bank of Crossroads, and she took pride in her service, her efficiency, and especially her rapport with the customers.

Monsterfolk of all kinds made their homes in this community, and Flannery herself was no exception. She was a slime woman in her mid-20s, her body a glossy magenta hue, though she never made much of a fuss about her abilities; the abilities to squash and stretch never really held much importance in a position where you spent most of your days behind a computer, or on the phone. Her body's cells were uniform, amorphous, and flexible to whatever function she desired, and most of the time, she never desired much other than getting through one ordinary, mundane day after another.

She spent most of her days dressed for the job she wanted, a beige blazer with wide pants to match. She tied her hair into a bouncy hairbun, and got used to pacing here and there on six-inch high heels. She had an intelligent, serious look about her. At a point, she had agonized as to the best impression she could make on her coworkers, and ultimately decided she would rather be respected, doing well to minimize any promiscuous assets, like her chest and hips, that would earn her leery looks.

She was extremely punctual, and made a point of arriving at work prim and proper. Her managers thought highly of her reliability... which made the strange incident of her sudden, unannounced disappearance all the more curious. She went absent from work for a week, and then just as suddenly returned.

Coworkers had rushed to her with innumerable questions of her wellbeing, like where she had been, and why she didn't tell anyone. Her boss was somewhat disappointed in her sudden tardiness, but Flannery's skills were coveted among the office, and the boss would think twice of reprimanding her severely—anything to keep her on the bank's payroll and out of the hands of their competitors.

Flannery herself was at just as much of a loss as anyone else, strangely enough. That entire gap of time had been a blur, a blank spot, as if her memory of that week had been erased, poof, like a tape getting wiped. It was as if she went to bed one night, slept through her alarm seven times in a row, and woke up an entire week later.

...That, at least, was how she tried to reassure herself, but there was something else lurking in the back of her mind. She couldn't put a voice to it, but there was just this feeling. A new awareness of her body that she hadn't paid any attention to before, in her day-to-day routine.

It started subtly. A month after her sudden disappearance, she found herself daydreaming more and more, when she knew she ought to be laser focused on her job. Her motivation for performing on a day to day basis seemed to ebb away, ever so slowly. She found herself introspecting more and more. What was the point of working all the time like this? To save for retirement? It would be cozy, but lonely... she had increasing pangs of loneliness, a forlorn look crossing her bright pink eyes.

The mental symptoms manifested to more physical ones. She felt a strange tingling about her, subtle but unfocused. An awareness of her body that wasn't there before. She found herself 'sweating' more and more, her normally firm, gelatinous form secreting moisture in different places. But as the energy increased, it began to coalesce in... strange places.

And when that energy gathered, a mental fog gripped her head. Before, she felt like she was losing motivation for work, but the urgency that wracked her body became increasingly unbearable. She would often snap out of her reverie to find herself tugging at her clothes around her chest, her clothes feeling a size too small on her form, as if her body was swelling in all the right places. One time she refocused just in time to spot another employee gawking at her as she... reached her fingers below the belt, slipping closer to her crotch...

Viscous sweat trickled down her brow during the worst bouts. Just getting through the work day was an ordeal, but she rewarded her discipline at home as she would peel off her sticky work clothes, arching her back as she presented her chest; she moaned, rubbing her breasts, their cups heavy and ripe.

The fog of pleasure filled her mind again as she flopped onto the bed, touching herself all over to find any bit of reprieve from the sexual heat that washed over her in waves. She fingered herself, rocking her hips, trying to find any sense of release from her sexual excitement.

Her rational mind struggled with her sudden bouts of horniness, that gnawing in the back of her mind that wanted to make itself more and more apparent. Oftentimes, she would collapse out of exhaustion, melting into the sheets without any real release.

For a while, her bouts of self-satisfaction were enough to wash away her sexual heat, and she would wake up feeling like herself again. But there was a sad malaise that gripped her; looking around her one-bedroom apartment, a sense of palpable loneliness was real. It felt like someone was missing, someone who could make her happy... the realities of every day life were crushing, and she found herself pining for some illusory happiness that felt intimately close, yet so far away.

She redoubled her efforts to fit into her workplace life. She made a point of smushing her pronounced breasts back into her chest while slimming down her waist and thighs, a telling feature that her body seemed eager to fight her on every morning. Her blazer felt more constrictive, as if her body was pushing back. The chafing only served to excite her more, and as she secreted pink fluids all over, the fabric often moistened enough to slip between her cleavage. Coworkers stared at the impression her fat vulva left on the front of her blazer, but she hurried to her desk to get to work. She could chalk it up to a slime woman quirk and avoid any and all administrative harassment about it, after all.

But her body bubbled with a heat and energy that swelled within her. She stirred in her seat, moaning as her hips swelled, the crotch of her pants digging deeper into her vulva. Every movement she made was torturous as her attempts to remain professional backfired tremendously.

She muttered to her coworker something about going to the bathroom before hurrying away, her entire body rippling and jiggling. She flew into the women's restroom and dove into an open stall, locking the door behind her and pressing her heel against the door as an extra precaution as she lowered the toilet seat and slumped down.

She furiously undid the buttons of her pants, peeling off the fabric to get a look at her panties; they were soaked in pink slime, her entire body gushing. She moaned in annoyance, lowering her hand to pleasure herself as her destitute panties slid down her legs and to the floor. She traced her fingers around her aching, searing-hot labia, before plunging her fingers inside, her hips expanding to allow more of her hand inside.

Her lower body shlurped with each thrust, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she bit her lip, trying desperately not to let any sexual mewling escape her lips. As static filled her mind, she didn't realize how her arm had slipped into her yearning woman hood, how her limb flopped bonelessly and stretched to fill her womb. She could feel her tummy bulge; her tongue lolling in response as she exhaled sharply.

Her arm tingled, energy coalescing to her forearm. For a moment, the sexual haze cleared her mind, and she traced the sensation of how many meters her arm had penetrated within her. And she couldn't feel her fingers.

She retracted her arm curiously, gawking at the sight that her forearm had shapeshifted without her awareness into the form of an enormous, bulbous dildo. She was fascinated by the ridges, and the girth that her amorphous body effortlessly consumed.

She smiled drunkenly to herself. The word toy sprang to mind. She made such wonderful toys...could become such wonderful toys...

Before she realized it, her dildo arm surged back within her, pumping her back and forth with even greater gusto! She gasped, her entire body rocking; her hair bun snapped and became undone, currents of magenta slime oozing down her shoulders as her long hair travelled down her backside.

She craned her head back, her eyes momentarily flashing strange, mesmerizing colours, her face contorting into a smile of zonked-out pleasure. Her rational mind, for a few moments, was silenced complete as she gave herself to the dream-like pleasure, her carnal-pleasure-starved body rebelling against her mind.

"AHN!~" She cried out, cumming all at once... not just from her crotch, but from her arms, legs, her skin bubbled up and exploded in gummy explosions, splattering along the inside of the stall. She relaxed, her body bonelessly going slack...

Her mind drifted off to pleasurable escapes as she recovered from her sex-crazed escapade. She felt her body lurching, trembling, eager to touch and to be touched... there was someone out there that could fill her, and could accept her wholly... but who? She wanted nothing more but to return to such sheer bliss... in the arms of a goddess...

BANG BANG BANG! The snare of a pounding door snapped Flannery out of her reverie, scrambling up as she reflexively covered her chest, her face contorting into an expression of pure panic.

"Flannery!? Are you okay in there!? You've been in there a while..."

Her face darkened. It was her boss, coming to check on her. How long had she been in there? She checked her watch on her good hand...

THIRTY MINUTES!? Oh no, her episodes were getting worse...

"I'll be out in a minute!" She cried out, scrambling to pull herself together, pressing her hands against the walls to reabsorb all of the slime she... cummed.

Flannery resolved to take the day off. Get to the bottom of what the devil was coming over her lately. Chalk it up to a fever, claim a sick day, and get the hell out of there while she still had social credit among her peers.

"I won't reduce myself to a sex doll..." She muttered to herself.

...But then a curious thought rose to mind. What was wrong with being a sex doll? Just another toy she could be, to be played with, touched, fondled, caressed and held close... a dreamy look flashed in her eyes, those strange mesmerizing colours flashing once more.

"...Ngah, focus, Flan." She shook her head, gathering up some paper towel to wipe the stall clean, washing up, and heading out. She elected to take the first bus back to her one bedroom apartment, and maybe sleep this whole thing off.

Unfortunately, the bus wasn't much better. It was crowded, and she couldn't find a seat, so she had to settle for holding onto a bar. But as the car shook and rattled on its regular rounds, she found herself pressed against the bar.

"Nn..." She moaned, the smooth metal rubbing between her cleavage. She rubbed her body up and down, slowly pushing her ass outwards as she purred, the feeling of the cool pole against her flushed, overheated skin providing some sense of relief. Her body moved as if on its own, her torso subtly shifting to wrap around the poll, her hips swaying as if to put on a performance.

She mewled, feeling her erect nipples tingling, trying to burrow their way through the fabric of her too-tight dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the few patrons staring gawking at her as she wrapped herself around the pole. This should've spooked her out of her body's surprise performance, but in reality, something within her was excited to perform like this. The rational part of her tried to jump in, but her body moved on its own, snaking more and more around the pole...

LAST STOP: BEACHBANK AND FREEMASON. LAST STOP: BEACHBANK AND FREEMASON. PLEASE EXIT THROUGH THE BACK.

The PA system was enough to get Flan to peel herself from the pole, a warm, pleasing sensation coursing through her as she obeyed the instructions. She held her hot, pulsing head as she wondered what the hell she was thinking a moment ago.

Worse still was the fact that she had missed her stop fifteen minutes ago. The bus route ended at a stop running along the waterfront property. Fewer people really took the bus out this far, as oftentimes, if you needed to get to your property in this upstate area, you had your own chauffeur.

But a wordless feeling in Flannery's head told her that this was fine. This was actually exactly where she meant to be. She adjusted her clothes, shivering at the intimate squeeze they put on her, and paced towards the beaches. She glanced at the public beaches and... kept on going.

And then her foot caught on something hard. Walking in sand in high heels was challenging enough, and she ended up tumbling forward with a shrill yelp.

"Gah! Ptoo, shoot..." Flan muttered to herself.

"Mm? Are you okay?" A young woman's voice called to her.

"Yes, I'm fine. Did I... trip over you? I was distracted and..."

Flan turned to apologize, but the words caught in her throat as her eyes landed upon the image of a sun-bathing lamia. Her long brown hair ended in vibrant pink highlights that complemented her pink and purple patterned tail that waved gently along the hot sands...

...But what stood out to Flannery the most was the lamia's impressive, bare chest, size D-cups uncovered, soft aerolas pointed upwards for all to see! Flannery's voice caught up in her throat as the two women stared at each other.

It was then that the lamia reared up, her eyes brightening up as she gasped in delight.

"Omigosh! Flannery!?" The lamia bounced up and down. "I remember you! It's been so long! It's me, Trixie!~"

As the lamia waved cheerily, Flannery's mind began to process what was happening. She wasn't sure if she had recognized her, but the pink lamia seemed... familiar somehow.

"Were you looking for me?" Trixie slithered up to approach her. "It's great weather to get some sunbathing in..."

"Yes." Flan responded automatically before she could even process what she was saying. "I was looking for you... wait, what am I saying??"

"...ohhh..." Trixie tilted her head. "I think I see what's going on." She nodded sagely.

"What? I-I don't..." Flan staggered back. "I'm so lost right now..."

"Well, of course you don't remember our last get-together, it was all such a daze..." Trixie smiled politely. "So much happiness, so much pleasure... you really enjoyed yourself, huh? Did you want to go back?"

"Go back? I-I don't know what you're talking about, going back to what??" Flannery felt a strange uneasiness flaring up, her mind drawing a blank.

"Oh, you're so stressed out now... you really are overdressed for the nudist beach~" Trixie giggled, before leaning into her ear.

"Take off your clothes." Trixie whispered, her tone changing to be breathy, more sultry. Flan stiffened up, almost at attention, a wide-eyed look crossing her eyes. It was as if a switch had been flipped.

"Yes..." She dreamily replied, lowering her fingers to unbutton her blouse, moaning as the fabric clung to her curves. She kicked off her heels and shoved her pants down, until she was in nothing but an ill-fitting bra and a pair of panties that more resembled a spaghetti-strap thong, the way it sunk into her increasingly-pronounced hips. Her breasts spilled over the corners of her bra cups as she stood there, staring off into blank space, presenting herself to Trixie.

"Wonderful..." Trixie swooned, cupping Flannery's breasts in both hands. "Exactly as I remember... maybe bigger. You were so wound up about projecting a serious, assertive image... but it was hard finding people who got to know the real you, hm?"

Trixie recalled Flannery's story, her hands wrapping around Flannery's backside.

"And you heard about a Wish-Granting Lamia... but all you really wanted was a friend. A cure to your loneliness. But you'll always have me..."

Trixie purred, deftly unlatching the hooks of Flannery's bra, allowing it to flutter to the ground.

"Ohhh, what a wonderful week that was. We were basically inseparable... but when you love something, you have to let it go. Let your partner try and live her best life."

"Hh... hah..." Flannery moaned, feeling a breeze along her moist, bare chest. Trixie leaned in closer.

"You were soooo happy... content to leave behind all your worldly troubles, and live in my world. As an object of my affection, my own little play thing... you like being toyed with, don't you?"

"Yes..." Flannery muttered, her eyes staring off into empty space. They slowly opened; Trixie blinked, noticing how dazzling, colourful pigments were already filling the whites of the slime woman's eyes.

Of course, Trixie was a lamia herself who had pulled the same tricks on Flannery; she was immune to their mesmerizing effect. Still, she was drawn to them, out of some academic curiosity.

"Oh, my my my... I didn't even try to put you under my spell this time." Trixie tutted, brushing back some of Flannery's oozing hair. "I really did leave quite the impression on your heart. And that yearning to reunite... brought you back to me."

Trixie was always the romantic; she chuckled to herself, lowering her hands to the front of Flannery's chest.

"You always liked looking into my eyes... you can't get enough of them."

Flannery uttered an affirmative as Trixie's eyes filled with hypnotic pulses of colour. A trickle of pink drool emerged from the corner of her mouth as it curled into a drunken smile. The beauty of the ocean was lost on the slime; she only had eyes for Trixie and her gorgeous, bewitching eyes.

"What do you want, more than anything in the world? Tell me." Trixie commanded in a low, sultry voice. "Tell me now."

"I want you, my mistress...~" Flannery droned. "I can't live without you..." Even in her zonked-out state, the earnestness of Flannery's intoxicated words struck Trixie.

"Awww... then let's be truly inseparable."

The patterns in Trixie's eyes accelerated their pulsations as she groped Flannery's chest; she rubbed her thumbs around the slime woman's nipples, electricity coursing through Flannery as Trixie teased her. Flannery stirred, biting her lip as she was groped all over, the insistent tingling of her body bouncing all around her with no release...

"You're the perfect woman, Flannery. You will be anything I want you to be. My personal cuddle buddy... my very own fucktoy~"

Trixie pressed her thumbs hard against Flannery nipples, breaking through the thin membrane to her squishy insides. The texture was slick and wet, like sticking a finger into jelly.

"A-aghn~" Flannery yelped, losing feeling in her legs as she leaned back, about to fall over... but Trixie's tail was quicker, shifting to catch her and prop her up. Trixie continued to tease Flannery's nipples, twisting her thumbs around within her breasts herself.

"All the fun we could have together... so many holes to fill." Trixie giggled. "You love being fucked like this, don't you?"

"F... fuck me more..." Flannery slurred, her body rocking, her breasts shifting on their own. The wet insides of her breasts seemed to grip at Trixie's fingertips, eager to draw them in more, like a twin pair of vaginas, eager to be fucked.

"I will be loyal to you... and you will be loyal to me. You will forever be at my side. An extension of me... whatever I want you to me. And I will grant your every desire in turn..."

Trixie smiled as she quicked the pace of her thrusting, the erotic energy coursing through Flannery, her entire body feeling like one gigantic sex organ. Her free will had ebbed away long ago, surrendering to her desires, the lonely pangs in her heart reverberating as one with Trixie.

It was so easy to give herself wholly all over again. It had happened once before, after all. She didn't desire to be Flan. She only desired to be with Trixie, an extension of the Wish-Granting Lamia... the object of her affection...

"H-hah, haah... Trixieeee...!" She moaned, her chest rocking as Trixie fingerfucked her breasts more vigorously, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She could feel a pressure building in her chest, beads of sweat trickled down her thighs as she leaned forward, giving herself over to Trixie!

"AAAAGHN!~"

Flannery shouted in ecstasy one final time. She froze, her head empty save for thoughts of Trixie; her breasts spurted thin pink fluids all over Trixie's chest and arms, goo dribbling down the curvature of her breasts. Like a doll with her strings cut, she slumped forward into Trixie's waiting arms, her eyes dull and glassy, a wide smile stretching her cheeks.

Trixie coquettishly licked some of the slime from her fingers. It tasted like mangos... she chuckled to herself, embracing Flannery as she practically melted all over the lamia.

"There, there... you're so much happier now, right?" Trixie whispered into her ear. "I'll take good care of you, my perfect little doll~"

Flan burbled happily inside of Trixie's pronounced cleavage, her body sliding all over Trixie's naked form in slow paint-like waves.

"My my, what a state to be in, though..." She was hardly recognizable at this point, and Trixie noticed it. She pursed her lips and raised what remained of Flan's head to face her. With a little extra suggestion from her hypnotic eyes, Trixie made a new command.

"I'm so immodest right now, baring myself fully like this... help me out, won't you?"

Flan smiled back. She loved staring into Trixie's eyes, so much that she thought of nothing else but to make her mistress happy. If only so she could see them more. Her body lurched as she obeyed, her body melting down into a formless ooze, sliding along Trixie's elegant curves.

Trixie let out a quiet moan of pleasure, drinking in the sensation of Flannery crawling all over her. Her liquid skin was cool to the touch, soft and utterly refreshing...

Two tendrils wrapped around her chest, offering protection from sultry looks as they snaked back to her back in an x-pattern. Trixie giggled as Flannery squeezed gently at her chest, supporting her healthy breasts, a thousand kisses fluttering across the lamia's skin.

"O-ooh...!" Trixie looked over herself, hugging herself with a giddy expression. "Such an intimate grip... get as close to me as you want!~"

The bra-shaped Flannery obliged, squeezing Trixie tenderly. Two more tendrils snaked along her arms, wrapping her forearms in more slimy material resembling that of her chest. The ooze shifted, condensing into a leathery shape before Trixie's very eyes.

Trixie was astonished; she was being flowery before, but Flannery really committed to her commands, making herself an extension of Trixie's being.

"Wow... I look sexier already!~" Trixie admired herself, swaying back and forth, her hips shaking in an impromptu belly-dance. She paused, looking over the clothes left behind by Flannery: the sad looking business suit and high heels.

"Well, I guess we can toss these in the trash..." Trixie picked them up in a heap. "You certainly won't be needing them anymore. I'll be keeping you at home, all to myself~"

Trixie chuckled, slithering along the beach in her new, slime-fabric wear, fantasizing of all the lewd things she could do with Flannery. And Flannery couldn't wait to submit her body, mind, and soul to whatever Trixie desired...