Chapter 2: Slime

Gabby was annoyed again. She had come down from the high of her orgasm. And now she was back in goblin survival mode. All she wanted right now was something to eat. But if she wanted to go into the forest, she would need to contain her cock. Gabby wasn’t a prude, quite the opposite. She gladly went naked if given the chance. Her flaccid dick was just way too big to be left swinging in the breeze. Strutting down to the lake from her cave had been a nice experience, feeling her cock slap against her thighs to the swing of her hips. But if Gabby was going to sneak up on a potential meal, she had to be quiet. The sounds of her fat cock smacking her legs were anything but that. She looked at the loincloth next to her. It was made from two rabbit hides tied together, just like her bra. Gabby was proud of her handiwork; she had even made sure her bra was slimmer to compensate for her bottom-heavy shape. A simple loincloth was enough to cover a male goblin, just to protect their weak spot. But goblin dicks were rarely larger than one of Gabby’s fingers. Her cock was comparable to the size of her forearm, both in length and girth. Wearing her loincloth would do nothing right now; it was too short. Before, bending over slightly would expose everything. But with a cock that almost reached down to her knees when flaccid, it would be flopping everywhere. No way to contain that. “Splat!” A sudden sound interrupted her thoughts. Gabby slid down the rock she was on and crouched down. Preparing to fight or run as she peeked into the forest. A blue slime had stumbled upon the trail back to Gabby’s cave and was making its way towards her, jumping along the grassy path at a snail's pace. Gabby calmed herself. Slimes were useless, pathetic creatures. They were slow, stupid, and worst of all, inedible. Gabby had tried it once; it was tasteless, and she had to chew the sticky mess for a long time before she could grind the bite into something she could swallow. The slime reached the rock. Gabby watched as it began to climb the uneven surface. How slimes found their food was an enigma to Gabby; they didn’t have eyes, ears, or a nose to search for food. Yet this slime had an obvious goal in mind. The slime reached the summit of the rock and claimed its prize. Eagerly, it dragged its body along the stone, collecting the fluids she had left behind in its body. Her cock twitched. Watching the slime lap up her seed with such desperation was beginning to turn her on again. Gabby shook her head. She shouldn’t stay here; she had things to do. Like hunting and figuring out what having her species changed actually meant. Seriously, what was a [Mind Goblin]? One part of being a [Mind Goblin] was obvious. Her cock nodded sagely in agreement. And to be fair, if all it did was give Gabby a dick, she would be happy with that. It was a very nice dick. Gabby wished the blue screen would just magically show up again and tell her everything she wanted to know. [Status] Well, that was easy. While Gabby could read the weird symbols on the blue screen. She didn’t understand their effects. Most of the words had no meaning to her. Like, what did intelligence do? Why was there a ‘1’ next to it? How did Gabby know what a number looked like? Gabby didn’t even know how to count! Looking at the screen just made Gabby confused. There were three things Gabby understood in total: Her name, her species being a type of goblin, and her skills. Her old chief had a skill. It was the reason he was the chief, after all. And it was all he would talk about. Gabby had seen him use it, too. She and her tribe had been hunting a boar; many goblins had worked together to corner the beast. As one of the younger goblins, she had been tasked to cover the flanks as they surrounded the boar. But the boar didn't want to go down without a fight and charged her. Right before its pointy tusks had hit her, the chief had shouted, “Slam!” And the boar was turned into a mushy pile of gore. One hit from the chief had decimated what would have taken a hunting party of goblins to kill. Afterwards, he had laughed at Gabby for being weak. The thought that Gabby had something that could make her as powerful as he made her giddy with excitement. Similar to the other words on the status, Gabby had no clue what [Telepathy] meant. But thinking about the skill gave her a vague idea of how to use it. She just needed a target. The slime was still eating Gabby’s juices, eagerly drinking every last drop of futa goblin cum. Happy squelching noises would follow whenever it stretched to cover more of its treasure. While this was happening, an invisible thread reached out from Gabby’s head. Slowly floating through the air and attaching itself to the slime. A flood of the slime’s sensations flowed into her mind. The warmth of the sun, how humid the air was, and, most importantly, how tasty its food was. The slime’s joy was contagious as it leaked through the bond from the slime and into Gabby. She felt so warm and fuzzy with happiness. Gabby had to force herself to stop smiling. What a useless skill. Why couldn’t she have gotten something that would let her fell a tree in a single strike like the chief? Gabby wanted to be strong. But no, she got a skill that let her listen to the emotions of slimes. It was very unfair. Stupid, dumb slime. Gabby thought. The slime deflated; a small amount of sadness leaked through the bond. She noticed its reaction. Can Slime hear Gabby think? Gabby questioned. She was given a mental nod in return. The slime wasn’t smart enough to use words like Gabby, but it could still infer their meaning from her thoughts. Lift your arm, Gabby commanded, not realizing that the slime didn’t have arms like herself. Still, the slime got the gist of what she wanted it to do and extended a tentacle of slime out of its body towards her. Don’t eat me. Gabby issued a second command before she grabbed hold of the tentacle. She had never touched a living slime before; they would burn the skin of anyone who came in contact with them. And when slimes died, they would melt into a sticky, gooey mess. A living slime was very different. It felt almost pleasant to touch. The slime was a lot warmer than she expected, very smooth and squishy. Squeezing her hand caused the jelly to morph to its shape, and unsqueezing caused it to return to its original form. After a few squeezes and pulls, Gabby got bored. Having the weakest creature of the forest understand you was useless. Gabby looked down at the clean rock and then at the slime she was idly poking. Well, there was one use she could see…