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atnightiscream · 2 years

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A Slime Thief

Desc: you are a new guard, you've been stationed in front of an armory where things have been going mysteriously missing. So far it's been a normal shift, but then you hear it, a weird "drip, drip, drip" sound...you look up to the vents and there's this strange...liquid? No....looks more like..slime?

reader is gender neutral, so throw your pronouns on here BBs

You watch as the slime drips down to the floor in front of the sword rack and begin take shape. The puddle transforming into a rather convincing humanoid shape...full legs, arms, is that green skin? It could pass as a human quite honestly..or maybe a weird looking elf? You shake yourself out of thought and draw your sword. The slime- person? Creature? Thief, better just go with Thief. Begins to take swords off their racks analyzing each one, like it's looking for something specific. "What the hell…" you mutter. At the sound of your voice the creature spins around revealing a rather attractive looking face...you can't quite tell if they're male or female..maybe somewhere in between? Either way- they're stealing from The Guard! "I- um- halt!" You curse yourself for stumbling over your demand. Especially when their demeanor shifts from alert to relaxed that, was definitely not the ideal reaction to being caught stealing.

"Oh...it's just you then...good, good." What?

"Do I know you?" You find yourself asking, right- probably not the right time for that...the slime lifts a finger to their chin "no...I suppose you don't really know me. But I know you~, you see, I've seen you around quite a lot, as I have with all the guards, you're one of the few that I actually like. But-" They wave their hand dismissively "-enough about that, what do they have you guarding the armory for? I suppose they've finally noticed my activities." It's not a question, and your logic is reconfirmed.

You focus on the task at hand. "So you're the one who's been stealing from the vault? Well, thank you for your confession. I need to take you in now." You silently cheer yourself for fixing your demeanor, this guy's been a pain in the ass of your Captain for months! Now you'll finally be able to take them in! But...then..why are they smiling?

"Well aren't you rude...and here I was being polite. Sorry dear, I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

The Thief rushes you, and you brace for a fight. Everything happens so fast- you raise your weapon into it's trained position, you cut forward, attempting to slice the creature in two. You succeed, the creature's body cutting like jello, but only for a second as the body reforms around the sword, effectively trapping your weapon inside of it. All at once, the slime creature laughs, moving as if your cut did nothing. They grab your shoulders and shove you to the ground, swiftly pinning your shoulders to the floor. They smirk down at you, easily removing your sword from their midsection and tossing it out of reach.

"Release me at once criminal!" You grunt, grabbing their arms in an attempt to push them off. They're clearly stronger than they look, you attempt to kick them away, only succeeding in getting your bent knee stuck in their body. They only chuckle in response to your attempts to push them off. "You're quite the fighter Newbie! I admire that. And I really don't want to hurt you on your first real assignment so....what should I do with you? Oh! I know~"

You find yourself tensing up at their sudden change in tone. Your struggles increase as you feel the cold slime trapping your knee begin to move. Seeping into the cracks between the armor to the fabric underneath and engulfing your knee, suddenly you feel..whatever it is begin to squeeze at the sensitive flesh on your knee. You jump, attempting to cover the squeak that shoots out of your throat with another yell "h-HEY! What do you think you're doING! Let me go right NOW- HEY! Cut that oUT!" You squeak again, desperately trying to keep your authoritative tone as soft strokes are added to the squeezing. It might just be the fabric, but the slime doesn't feel like slime, it feels like fingers, cold, ticklish, fingers. Squeezing right above your knee cap and moving up as the slime creature pulls your entire leg into their...torso? Honestly it's hard to tell, you're just trying to keep this annoying jerk from getting what they want- and preferably your dignity.

You clamp your mouth shut as more giggles build behind your thinning lips, desperately shoving at the slime person's shoulders. The squeezing and scribbling feeling has moved to your thigh now, your attempts to pull your leg out only succeeding in getting it further trapped in the tingly prison. You shove once more at the Thief's shoulders and once again, all they do is chuckle at you "Oh little Rookie, it's cute that you're trying, but I've seen how you and the other recruits play~ I've seen just how sensitive you are, especially when you're teased~. Why don't you make this easier for both of us and just laugh for me? You get all tired and giggly, and I complete mission with only some minor hiccups."

Your face flushes with embarrassment, they saw you? That's how they knew! You pray to the gods they didn't figure out the rest of your little secret. But damn this was NOT good. "F-fuck you!" You manage to hiss. They frown in response "my such a mouth...I thought they trained you better than that-" their grin returned and they leaned down to your ear with a whisper "-cutie~"

You felt you would implode.

That name- that secret nickname only your closest friends knew, that name that they called you that made you blush every time without fail. That name that meant that this thief knew of your biggest secret.

And here they were...voluntarily doing it...tickling you? When they could have just knocked you out and left...why?

Your thoughts were cut short by what felt like a pair of hands digging into your hips. Catching you off guard, immediately sending the trapped laughter flowing from you. Instinctively, you tried to curl into a ball to escape the tickly feeling, unfortunately your captor wasn't having any of that, keeping your leg tightly held inside their gelatinous body and shoulders gently, but firmly to the old wooden floor. "There it is!" The Thief cheered giddily "I knew that would get you, always seems to when I see you and your little friends~ now then, let's see how badly I can "wreck" you!~"

Like an over-excited child on their birthday, the Miscreant, now holding your shoulders down with what looked like two pseudo-arms, moved their real arms down to your face, teasingly wiggling their fingers in front of you menacingly, grinning even wider when they saw your reaction. They let out some giggles of their own as they put both hands on your chest plate, wiggling their eyebrows at you in an overly suggestive manner. Their hands melt over your plate and into the intersections of your armor, landing on your stomach and wriggling with purpose.

You're dropped into a heavy fit of laughter and protests. "No nonono StahahaAHAHAHAP! eek! NOoo! Plehehehese!" Was all you were able to get out as more of the slime slipped into your armor, attacking your sides, ribs, and some even crawling towards your back causing another squeal to fly from you as scribbling sensation wreaked havoc all over your midsection and shoulder blades. Your laughter going up an octave when the slime on your ribs began to gently vibrate over the bones.

And all you could do was laugh, there was no one coming to take over for you for another hour, you were too far for anyone to hear you, and there was no escaping the ticklish sensation that encompassed your body. You were effectively trapped, just you, and the Slime Thief, who seemed all too excited about tickling the life out of you, and the walls of weapons...and yet....you found yourself enjoying it- this whole situation was honestly just ridiculous, yet it could have gone so much worse. At least that's what you thought until you felt the sudden VERY raspberry like vibration on your stomach-

A squeal and snort came out this time, followed by another peal of laughter. Your arms having long since turned to jelly, weakly reaching to futilely "cover" your stomach. Your eyes began to water with mirth, as fun as this was, you weren't sure how much more you could take.

The Thief seemed to notice this as well, they'd be drinking in every little reaction you made, every giggle, snort, squeal, and especially anything that made you flustered. They smiled above you, never stopping their adoring grin, cooing over your reactions, and even cupping your face and brushing away the tears that formed.

"Oh my~ is the big bad guard all tickled out?" They teased "Aw~ poor thing. I'd love to give you a rest sweetheart, but I need a confirmation that you aren't going to say a word to anyone that I was here." Their tone shifting to a more serious note, the slime within your armor retracting to let you breathe. You took a minute to recover and think, how could you not report them? It was your job! What were you supposed to do? Say that whatever they stole just happened to disappear under your watch?? You gazed at the waiting face above you.

"I-...I...."

They raised an expectant eyebrow

"I can't. Y-you know....I can't..."

The slime thief sighed "very well.." was their disappointed response. You couldn't help but feel bad...they had been very pleasant...for a thief, you opened your mouth to give them some sort of apology, maybe even talk a compromise. But you didn't get the chance.

Slime crashed back under your armor in a wave, ruthlessly targeting all of your most ticklish places at once. You were thrown back into a squealing fit of laughter, thrashing back and forth under the playful torture. Arching your back, shaking your head, no matter how you twisted and turned, you couldn't get away. The once giddy grin of your attacker turned to a sadistic smirk. They leaned down, cupping your chin to still your head and whispered into your ear. "I don't think you quite grasp the situation here Darling. I was being nice~ but I can be cruel. And we have allll night for me to get what I want. So do you want to try that again?"

Through your endless shrieks of laughter you belted out a loud "OHOHOHOKAHAY!! OK!! OKOKOK!"

Their smirk relaxed into a smile, and once again, some of the slime retracted, though this time they left some to drill into your underarms and brush against your neck, just enough to keep you laughing.

"Ok...?"

"IhIhI wohohon't say a wohord just stAHAp!" You beg. Your answer seems to satisfy your tormentor, as they pull all of their slime back to their form. They gently pet your head, giving you a charming smile. "See now? That wasn't so hard was it?"

A tired giggle is all you can manage as you lay on the floor. It takes a while for the ghostly tickles to go away, in that time you hopelessly watch as the Thief takes a bundle of arrows, and a short sword. "That's...it?" You find yourself asking, they turn to you, gently smiling once more and nodding. "Truth be told I got most of what I need from one of your neighboring armories. I only needed one more sword and these" They hold up the quiver. Walking over and crouching beside your limp form, continuing.

"-You should really advise some more guards there, or, preferably, don't, at least tell them to restock more often. I know that the old geezer in charge has a surplus in the South." You blink in confusion too tired to really process all of what they just said. Noticing the look on your face they give you an endearing smirk. "Nevermind cutie, you just focus on resting, when your superiors ask, just say I knocked you out or something." You nod in silent agreement, rolling your head to stare up at the ceiling as you hear the sound of the vent opening and closing.

Not your worst start to a guard shift...