MGS ch. 74

Chapter 74

Hmm. That was interesting, I thought. At least there was some internal pretense on her part that whatever she was doing was helping me. Still—she needed to tell me what was going on, not pin me down and gag me with slime first and answer questions later.

I struggled against the ropes of her slime that pinned me down, holding me fast to the earthy floor of the forest. For a second, I was winning that struggle, but when I felt the rest of her body go inside me, colder and grosser of a sensation than I would have liked, my eyes went wide and my body taut with the uncomfortable sensation.

I wanted to scream, but it was hard to figure out how to on a mechanical level, given the whole mouth-and-throat-and-guts-full-of-slime aspect of the situation. Still, I managed a choice grunt, particularly effective at airing my distaste and reservations over being gagged and choked to death on feminine goop.

Well, hold on. When I put it like that…

Anyway, my body whipped and writhed until even the tendrils that had shackled me to the ground withdrew into my mouth. I had free reign of my body, at least, and I instantly bucked and squirmed and fought to get on my knees. Like a self-conscious teen girl, I forced two fingers into my throat and pressed against the back of it, trying to push the constant gagging into full-on vomiting.

My heart and guts wrenched, but I felt Gumi fight back against me. She didn’t say anything in her own defense, though being 100% inside my body, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hear or understand her if she did.

I fell onto my side, gripping my stomach as I felt her swirling around inside of me. She was doing something, alright, and it wasn’t pleasant.

“Gumi!” I shouted. “You get out here right this instant!”

I couldn’t help it, the dad vibes were coming out strong with my life on the line. She cooed inside me—I could hear it, I thought—at the very least I sensed it. It was an answer, and intended to show her benevolence, but it was pretty hard to accept at the moment.

I grabbed a tree trunk and got to my feet, but my knees were shaking, wobbly, like I was on my first day on a rocking ship. “Gumi!” I shouted again. “Tell me—Ahhh!”

I clutched my chest, feeling something heavy there that absolutely shouldn’t be there.

Crumbling back on my knees, I hit the ground hard, one knee landing terribly and in just the wrong way on a sharp, jagged branch. I was pretty tough and resilient by this point in my time in Lusteria, but apparently the “lego brick effect” of small objects poking hard into places where they shouldn’t go never loses its sting.

And then I felt stillness. After so many seconds or minutes of battling to get Gumi to knock that shit out, she finally did, but she remained inside of me. I had a moment to process exactly what it felt like to be filled to the point of bursting with a human-sized slime girl in your body. Author’s Note: it sucked.

“Gumi?” I asked, panting like a wild beast. “You still in there?”

It was a stupid question because I could see my gut and pockets of my own skin distending and tumescent in a decidedly unnerving way to accommodate her mass.

She answered by spewing out of my mouth all at once, which, for the record, was the worst part of the whole experience. It was like vomiting up an entire person in one whole go: an experience and sensation I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemies. Except for Tucker Binkley, who pissed on my homework in fourth grade.

“Gumi!” I shouted. “What the fuck was that?!”

She looked at me sheepishly. “For Bucky own good, Gumi swear!”

“Explain,” I said, falling backward, dizzy and still feeling more than a bit sick.

“Gumi in touch with Bucky—even though Bucky no visit Gumi, Gumi can feel something wrong with Bucky,” she said.

I lifted an eyebrow. “Go on,” I said, sensing there was more to the story. There had better be, I thought.

“Bucky insides change,” she said gesturing first to her stomach region, and then to where her heart would be if she had one. “Gumi feel monster inside Bucky.”

My eyes widened at that. “You felt a monster inside me?”

Gumi nodded with rapid jerks, causing a bit of slime to splatter onto the ground nearby, where it collected and then swam back into her body at her dainty feet. “Yes!” she said. “Bucky insides are monster insides now.”

I lifted up my shirt and showed her the patch of dragonscale on my chest. “Does it have anything to do with this?”

Gumi’s eyes went huge, and she nodded frantically. “Yes! Bucky becoming monster!”

I frowned. I liked being human. Was I really turning into a dragon? On some level, that was cool—but did that man I’d have, like, a cloaca? Did that ruin all the sweet monster girls waifu action I was getting day in and day out? This was something to probably talk over with Sexy System Voice sooner or later.

“So what did you do?” I asked. “And why didn’t you just tell me you needed to do it instead of forcing me down?”

She made a sad voice and a gooey sigh as she looked at the ground in shame. “Gumi thought if monster inside Bucky, maybe monster control Bucky. Maybe monster say no. But it not like that!” she said happily, her upper body twisting all the way around as she clapped, hr hands wetly slapping together. “No monster—just Bucky monster!”

“Gumi—never again, okay?” I said firmly. “That was extremely unpleasant. That was easily on my top five worst experiences in Lusteria. You’re sharing that list with me getting my chest ripped open by an orc warlord and spending three months in a death coma.”

Gumi started sobbing, and I instantly felt like a dick. She wailed loud enough to scare away all nearby birds and other animals. In the old days, when orcs patrolled this forest, she’d probably attract one of those.

“Okay…” I said, “come on now. I’m not super angry.”

“Bucky mad at Gumi,” she cried. “Gumi hurt Bucky.”

“It’s alright—but it was pointless in the end. Before tring something crazy like that, just tell me first.”

“It not pointless!” she said, shaking her head violently. “Gumi seal Bucky heart with gift of Gumi slime! Bucky heart better now.”

I blinked. “Sorry, what? There’s slime on my heart?”

She nodded. “Bucky heart not heal. Gumi leave piece of her there—to protect, to help.”

“Won’t that hurt you?” I asked.

“Gumi strong! Gumi can handle.”

I looked at her in wonder. “Sit down with me, Gumi,” I said. “You’ve watched a lot of the last few months unfold from the outside looking in, am I right?

She nodded. “Gumi know many thing.”

I looked around and leaned in conspiratorially. “Then,” I said, “I have many questions.”