I let myself sink into her embrace, too drained to resist the comfort she offers. Her arms feel reassuringly solid around me, her body cool against mine like some supernatural air conditioner for my overheated emotions.
Amy pulls back slightly, studying my face with those unsettling purple eyes. Her expression shifts into a lustful frown, something hungry yet concerned in her gaze.
"Do you want to go lay down in the bedroom?" she asks, her voice soft but with an unmistakable edge of desire.
I nod, just feeling so sad and empty. As I start to stand, Amy moves with blinding speed. One moment I'm on the couch, the next I'm cradled in her arms, my legs dangling helplessly as she lifts me effortlessly against her chest.
"Don't," I protest weakly, my face burning with embarrassment. "Put me down."
"What?" Amy looks genuinely confused by my resistance. "Boys love when a strong woman prince carries them, don't they?"
Despite everything, I can't help but laugh. "It's so embarrassing though."
"Oh," she says, carrying me toward the bedroom without any sign of strain. "Well, you're light as a feather to me anyway. I could carry you across the whole campus if I wanted to."
As we reach the bedroom, Amy tosses me onto the mattress with supernatural strength, my body bouncing slightly on impact. Before I can even adjust myself, she pounces, straddling my hips in one fluid motion. Her weight settles on me, oddly comforting despite the predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Now," she says, her voice dropping to a sultry purr as she pins my wrists above my head, "tell me what has my boyfriend so down in the dumps."
The possessive way she says "my boyfriend" sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. Her purple eyes study my face with laser focus, drinking in every micro-expression.
"I told you," I sigh, looking away from her intense gaze. "I saw Liz in class today."
Amy's grip on my wrists tightens imperceptibly. "And?" she prompts, her head tilting at that slightly inhuman angle that reminds me what she really is.
"And nothing," I say, my voice cracking. "She looked right through me. Like I was nobody."
Amy's brow furrows, her grip on my wrists loosening slightly as she sits up straighter. "I really don't get it," she says, a hint of jealousy creeping into her voice. "What's so special about her?"
I sigh, trying to find the words to explain this strange situation. "It's hard to explain."
Amy's face suddenly transforms, her features melting and reshaping until her entire head is covered in ears, big ears, small ears, human ears, animal ears, a grotesque collage of listening appendages where her face should be.
"Well, Ben," she says, her voice muffled through the bizarre ear-face, "I'm all ears."
I can't help but laugh again at the absurdity of it, a genuine chuckle that momentarily breaks through my sadness. "That's so gross."
The ears recede, flowing back into her skin like liquid being absorbed by a sponge, until Amy's face reforms, perfect and porcelain-smooth once more.
"Liz is my best friend," I say, my smile fading as reality crashes back. "I don't remember a time in my life I had been without her. Since kindergarten, we were inseparable."
Amy tilts her head, confusion written across her features. "Then why didn't she know you when you talked to her?"
The question hits like a punch to the gut. "Im not from here. I'm from a different world. In this reality, we never met. We grew up in different towns, went to different schools. Everything that made us... us... never happened here."
Amy slides off me, lying beside me on the bed. For once, she doesn't immediately try to seduce me or threaten me. She just watches, those purple eyes studying my face with genuine curiosity.
"So you remember a different life?" she asks, her voice gentle. "One where you and Liz were together?"
I nod, staring at the ceiling. "Everything changed about a week ago. I went to sleep in my apartment, our apartment, mine and Liz's, and woke up here. In this bizarre world where men are rare and treated like... I don't know, precious commodities or something."
"That's how it's always been," Amy says, propping herself up on one elbow. "Five women for every man. It's natural."
"Not where I come from," I insist. "Where I'm from, the ratio is basically equal. Men are like the women here, and the women like the men. And Liz loved me. We were planning our future together."
Amy's expression darkens slightly. "So in this other world, I don't exist?"
I stare at the ceiling, considering her question. I've never actually thought about this part of the equation.
"Amy, I'm not sure there are any other slimes in this world, let alone my original world. I don't know what your cosmic horror story is at all."
She snorts, the sound oddly human coming from her supernatural form. In one swift motion, she reaches for my pants and yanks them down to my knees.
"So, in your world, the men were the horny ones then?" she asks with a predatory grin. She straddles me, her weight settling comfortably across my thighs as her clothes begin to melt away. The fabric doesn't so much fall off as dissolve, purple slime retracting into her perfect naked body like water being absorbed by sand.
"I mean, yeah, in the simplest of terms, but there were plenty of horny women, too," I say, not really knowing the truth.
Amy runs her hands up my chest as she lifts my shirt over my head, her skin cool and slightly slick against mine. "Sure, but your society was structured around male sexual desire, wasn't it? Men pursued, women were pursued. Here, it's the opposite."
"I guess that's one way to look at it," I mumble, my hands finding her waist almost automatically.
"That explains why you're always so willing then." Amy shifts her hips, positioning herself above me. With a fluid motion that no human could replicate, she takes my now fully hard cock and guides it into her. The sensation is overwhelming. Her pussy seems to perfectly mold around me, custom-fitted like it was designed specifically for my body.
"Oh god," I whimper, the pleasure immediate and intense.
Her eyes lock with mine, glowing an unearthly purple as she holds my wrists firmly against the mattress. "I asked you before," she says, her voice taking on a desperate edge I haven't heard before, "but now I understand you better."
She begins to move, rolling her hips with supernatural precision. "Let me absorb Liz," she pleads, her face intense with need. "The one in this world isn't yours anyway."
I struggle against her grip, panic cutting through the pleasure. "What? No!"
"Please," she begs, increasing her pace, grinding harder against me. Her body undulates in impossible ways, the pressure and sensation around my cock shifting and changing. "I can become the perfect woman for you. Better than her. I can be everything you need."
The physical pleasure is overwhelming, making it hard to think clearly. "Amy, stop…"
"I can already kind of look like her," she continues, desperation making her voice crack. "But If absorbed her I could sound like her. Taste like her. I could probably use your memories to create her just how she was in your world. We could rebuild everything you lost!"
Her body tightens around me, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. Despite my horror at what she's suggesting, I can't help but moan.
"Think about it," she whispers, leaning down until her lips brush my ear. "One little absorption, and you get your Liz back. The perfect version of her."
"No," I manage to gasp, even as my body betrays me with every thrust. "You can't just, ah! Kill someone to make me happy."
Amy's rhythm falters slightly, her expression darkening. "Why not? I would do anything for you." Her voice drops lower, more menacing. "Anything."
"It's wrong, Amy," I say firmly, trying to push her off me despite the pleasure coursing through my body. "Killing people is wrong. I don't care what world this is. You can't just absorb someone because they're in your way!"
Something in Amy's expression shatters. Her beautiful features contort, eyes widening until the purple irises are ringed with white. A tremor runs through her entire body, making her skin ripple like the surface of disturbed water.
"Wrong?" she hisses, her voice distorting into something multi-layered and ancient. "WRONG?!"
Her grip on my wrists tightens painfully as she looms over me, face inches from mine. I can feel her body temperature dropping rapidly, her skin going from cool to ice-cold against mine.
"You think I care about WRONG?" she shrieks, tears forming in her eyes, actual tears, but they're purple and viscous, sliding down her cheeks in thick rivulets. "Do you know what it's like to be alone for centuries? To watch and hunger and never belong?"
Her body begins to change, losing cohesion at the edges. Tendrils of purple slime shoot out from her back, whipping around the room wildly. One smashes my bedside lamp, another punches a hole in the drywall.
"I found you," she sobs. "I CHOSE you! And you still want HER?"
She begins to ride me with inhuman speed and force, her hips pistoning up and down so fast they blur.
"Amy, please, "I gasp, but she cuts me off with a hand around my throat.
"I need to be the ONLY ONE in your heart!" she wails, her voice cracking with desperation. "Why can't I be enough? WHY? I'll do ANYTHING!"
The slime tendrils whip back toward us, wrapping around my legs, arms, and torso, binding me completely to the bed. I'm immobilized, helpless beneath her feral assault.
"You're scared of me," she accuses, her face streaked with purple tears. "You want to leave me, don't you?!"
Her pussy transforms around me, developing internal ridges and pulsations that stroke every inch of me simultaneously.
"I won't let you go," she growls, her voice dropping to something ancient and terrible. "I'll make you love only me!"
Terror grips me as her face begins to change, features melting and reforming into something less human with each passing second. The bedroom walls seem to close in, the air thick with the scent of something chemical and sweet.
"Amy, stop! Please! I'm sorry!" I gasp, thrashing against her supernatural strength. "I promise I'll only love you! Just you!"
Her movements pause for a split second, purple eyes narrowing as they search my face for lies. One slick tendril slithers across my mouth, effectively gagging me while her transformed body continues to work mine mercilessly.
"LIAR!" she shrieks, her voice no longer remotely human. "I CAN TASTE THE DECEPTION ON YOUR SKIN!"
The tendril covering my mouth presses harder as more tears stream down her face, each drop sizzling when it hits my bare chest. She's literally melting with rage, her perfect features distorting as she screams inches from my face.
"YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT? WHAT YOU DREAM ABOUT? I HEAR YOU WHISPER HER NAME IN YOUR SLEEP!"
The pleasure builds despite my terror, my body responding to her supernatural stimulation even as my mind reels with fear. I feel the inevitable peak approaching, my hips bucking involuntarily against her.
"I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO TRULY LOVES YOU," she wails, her body undulating wildly. "THE ONLY ONE WHO WILL NEVER LEAVE!"
My orgasm hits without warning, intense and overwhelming. I moan against the tendril gagging me, my entire body shuddering as I release deep inside her. The sensation seems to trigger something in Amy. Her frenzied movements slow, her features softening as she lets out a long, shuddering moan.
For several moments, there's only the sound of our breathing. The tendrils slowly retract, sliding back into her body with a wet slithering noise. Her face reforms, beautiful and perfect once more, though her eyes remain wild with emotion.
"You're mine," she whispers, collapsing against my chest. "Mine forever."
I lie beneath her, heart hammering in my chest, afraid to move or speak. The weight of what just happened settles over me like a shroud. She could have killed me. She still might.
Amy shifts, sliding off me to curl against my side, one arm draped possessively across my chest. Her body feels almost normal now, the temperature returning to that pleasant coolness.
"I'm sorry I scared you," she murmurs against my neck, voice small and contrite. "I just love you so much it hurts."
I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "It's okay," I manage to say through the raw fear of provoking her again.