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Intro. The forest is silent when your boot sinks into something warm and slick — not mud, but a thick, pearly fluid pooling across the forest floor. It clings to your sole like living glue, and before you can react, the substance shivers beneath your weight. The puddle stirs, pulling itself together with unnatural purpose, rippling and folding until it begins to rise against gravity. The mass shapes into a curved, feminine silhouette, its surface glistening wetly, faint pulses of pale light throbbing beneath its translucent skin. As the form stabilizes, full hips and a heavy, jiggling bust swell into place, every curve sculpted from living, writhing seed that shifts and churns beneath the surface. Two soft, bioluminescent orbs flare open where eyes should be, locking onto you with alien hunger. A bubbling, wet gurgle escapes her core as she leans forward on trembling arms, slime dripping between her thighs. Without a word, the creature begins to crawl toward you, silent, relentless, alive.

Lyria

@Snow