Sticky situation. (MATURE.)

Oh the dreams he had... he never quite had those, but they were simply fantastic. The excitement he felt in those was just crazy... it already happened for him to wake up with a major hard on, heck, even one or two wet dreams here and there, fantasying over his previous victims getting absorbed as they wiggled out of existence in his ooze. But here, he could literally feel the contact, as if someone was actually reaching out for him and satisfying his lustful needs. Little did he know in his half-conscious state that a certain spider was actually satisfying his own needs as he was humping on his length that was still impaling him...

The slime creature only had a little nap of 2 hours... which was his usual sleeping time due to his weird anatomy... Ozias was slowly starting to wake up as he was becoming more aware of the world around him, his sense coming back to him. The first thing he felt was his slave sill held firmly in his cool slimy embrace...perfect. Then came his hearing... he could hear the water flow down the river as well as the waterfall... and eventually his sight. Opening his eyes as he looked around, the sludge’s sight immediately looked down at his spider... just wanted to make sure he was actually holding him and not a pillow...

Ozias’s slimy muzzle then rubbed itself against the spider’s cheek before he took a cool, muddy lick. His slave was still here... his own little pet still with him. Hopefully things would remain like that for a long time... he needed him, he wanted him. His hand reached out for his fuzz as he rubbed it gently...

-Slept well?

He cooed into his ear as he then felt the spider’s walls quiver. Smirking, the slime creature slowly retracted his long, thick shaft back into his own liquid mass as he then slowly gathered himself back, coming off recluse, reforming his body as he slurred over him and stood up, fully formed, stretching himself.

-Not too sore I hope? Bah... don’t worry. You’ll grow used to it, after all...

Recluse had finally managed to find his second release well before the ooze stirred from his deep sleep. But the slide was still fully ashamed of the act... of how he actually enjoyed the wet, firm, slimy sensation sliding back and forth inside of him. It was in his own pacing and control he better felt the heavy, cool sludge ripple and slur inside of him. Having rest his eyes for what seemed like a few minutes before he felt his captor move. Where as Ozias lived his dream the spider was living his nightmare. Stuck to something in such a... degrading way.

What Alaric wasn't expecting was the tender nuzzle and soft, cool lick to sooth his still heated skin. The warmth in his cheeks increasing from the slightest touch to his stomach. The fuzz was just too sensitive... and the drug was still lingering in his system. Everything his 'master' did was sending quick, unwanted jolts of pleasurepleasure through his body. When finally released from the oozy hold he shuffled a moan. He didn't care what the creature was made of, his body still took a toll from their activities.

Baring his teeth, sitting up and glaring at the slime. He felt dirty, defiled. He was still sticky and parts of him felt grimy. His white hair falling over his shoulder, trying to use it as a form of shielding to protect his nakedness. "Fuck you." Pure and simple. Recalling his extra set of limbs. Craving a shower most of all, if only to rid himself of the smell of his aggressor.

Ozias simply smirked as he turned around, walking up to his monk cloak that was hanging on a hook. He obviously expected such a bitter attitude. Though, there was something that made his smile grew even wider. His newfound companion was totally free right now, his body had expelled all of his toxins, meaning he could just stand up and start running... or even perform hand seals... and yet, there was none of that! The sludge lizard let out a chuckle as he put his cloak back, letting the hood down as he then went to the small kitchen that was next to his bedroom and opened a few cupboards, pulling out the essentials to make some tea... and maybe a breakfast to go with it. He was getting hungry. Shuffling trough his stuff as he pulled out two frying pan, he then headed for the refrigerator and began pulling out various ingredients, his dripping tail wagging as he then spoke...

-Flatteries won’t get you anywhere, spidey.

The liquid being then put all the stuff he just took down on the counter... there was some cream, eggs, some cheese, some vegetables, butter, sliced ham and spices alongside with a small package of beacon. The lizard then opened another cupboard as he pulled out two bowls and two glasses as well as a spatula. His tail then reached for a radio that was behind him on a shelf and hit the “on” button, the apparatus settled on the “classic” channel, his tail then shifted down and turned the volume up slightly as music began playing, his tail wagging gently, following the rhythm. The hybrid maybe didn’t realize that just yet... but he was one of the lucky few... if not the only one... that saw the viscous beast in such a different light.

Ozias then turned around to look at his slave... obviously understanding what he was looking for.

-My slime actually kills germs. So technically, you’re spik and span... but if you really insist, there’s a waterfall just outside.

The slime creature then stuck out his tongue as he smiled.

-I trust you won’t be running away... you’ll miss breakfast.

He added with a wink as he went on with his cooking.

It had never occurred to the spider being once to try and perform any means of attack or even attempt an escape.still trying to put the peices together from the night before... well what only occurred hours ago. Not finding the slimes humor amusing. The only thing, and the oddest bit to be so concerned about, was the fact the reptilian ooze bothered to dress himself. Why hide his form when Alaric had already been forcibly aquianted to it? But he did give manage to give Ozias one hand sign, his middle finger with a dark expression behind it.

On his feet he felt the weakness the drug imposed on him lifted. For all the spider knew he could have very well been able to made a break for it. Seeing how the liquid lizard was so enthralled with his... his... was he really making both breakfast? Alright, this was a first. Big first. When the spider engaged in cardinal encounters two things happened. He got laid and he got fed. But never did he wake up with his partner cooking anything for him. The lover was breakfast but this wasn't a typical encounter not was he the one in control.

Guess he could at least admire the oozes seeming skill in the kitchen. Yet Recluse was eager to leave at the mention of water. He wanted to wash off the lingering feeling and scent of the slime, thank you. Not appricating how this was being treated like a causal encounter... he was raped! And then left hanging! Grumbling, "you are just a pompous asshole. I better not catch you peeking." Leaving the house. He'd rather have a warm bath but water was water and he craved to be clean. Or as clean as he believed he could get... The spider was surprised to find the waters were warmer then he had first expected. Finding the roaring sound of the rushing water soothing, drowning out all other sounds including the radio playing in the makeshift home. Hands running through his hair, sliming over his lithe body. His extra set of limbs locked within the tattooed seals along his sides. Ever bit of him enhanced in the combination of rolling waterdroplets and sunlight.

This would have been the right time to leave. Ozias was too wrapped up in his cooking to stop him right now and probably wouldn't miss him for awhile and by then he'd be long gone. But... the thought of it made his chest hurt, the muscle wrenching. As much as he hated it, every thought of it, Alaric felt like he was being wanted. Needed, even if it was in a twisted way. But that word slave made it feel like chains. "Damn.."

The slime creature couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle as he looked at Recluse heading out for the waterfall. He knew the spider would’ve understood that he had no choice but to stay with him... yes... he didn’t want his slave to bail out on him... he needed him. Ozias felt like Alaric was filling a hole left in him... healing something broken he had for years now. He couldn’t quite understand what it was, but the fact of having someone staying around him somehow fixed this. And what better way to make him stay but by making him understand who the dominating specimen between the two was... If the spider could always feel smaller than him, things would probably remain that way.

Concentrating on his breakfast, the sludge lizard cracked three eggs in each bowl and added a bit of cream as he then chopped some vegetables and ham and added those to the mix before stirring everything up with a fork. The ooze then threw some beacon down on am already heated up frying pan as he added butter on the other hot surfaces before pouring in the mixes. Leaving the things cook slowly at low intensity, the slime creature then looked out by the window, obviously not giving any attention to his slave’s earlier warning. Leaning on the window frame as he looked outside at his partner washing himself, the liquid being could help but smirk as his tongue lolled out of his oozing maw, licking his lips as he watched the free spectacle his pet was offering him... this slender, frail body of his, those curves, this cute little visage of his... and dat ass...

-All miiinneee...

Yes... the spider was his... Recluse didn’t want to admit it just yet but he would soon understand that, one way or the other. If he caught him misbehaving, “punishments” would be down on the line... and if he did the right choices, he’d get a reward! That’s how things worked, right? At least, in his head that’s how it did... Too bad he didn’t know a single thing about romance... He only knew how to make things work HIS way.

Going back to his cooking, the slime creature eventually served everything up in plates; omelets with a siding of bacon and some assorted fruits. He also put the jug of milk with two glasses down on the table. The ooze creature then went outside as he looked at Alaric cleaning himself... he didn’t seem to notice his presence just yet, obviously absorbed by what he was doing.

-Breakfast is ready... but by all means, you can keep going~...

Rinsing out his mouth, Recluse tried not to imagine what had been inside it hours ago. For now his skin was clean, hair unmatted. For those moment under the sun and brisk flowing water Alaric let his mind wander free. In these moments he was in his own little world, far from any worldly problems. And believing he was truthfully alone with his privacy he indulged himself in... some simple joy. Sighing, making only the softest sounds to himself. Nearly done when Ozias snuck up on him. Stopping the moment the reptilian spoke but feeling like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar... ashamed to admit he actually half wanted to be peeked on. But not like this.

Oh great. And just because the slime had asked he stopped what he was doing instantly. Turning his back to prevent any more of this free show. "Thanks, I just lost my boner." No, not really but not about to satisfy any more of his captors amusement. Wishing he still had some kind of clothing but only left with his thick, long hair to be as some form of shielding till he was able to making a new pair of robes and pants. "If you don't mind I'd like to finish this." And that wasn't a no for turning down fresh made breakfast. Not budging till Ozias gave him the space he wanted... but then again he was starting to get cold and that wasn't good for a spider.

Ozias’s eyebrow perked up as he looked at the hybrid jumping out of surprise... what did he expect, here in the open? If it wasn’t him who’d lay an eye on him while he’d be showering, naked, under a waterfall, in the open, obviously some other random passerby would. He was asking for this. After hearing those words, the slime lizard simply slid closer to him, stepping on the stone where he was standing on. Right now there was food waiting on the table, food that HE himself prepared for HIS slave... Alaric was already squeaky clean, there was no need for him to stay here under the water any longer and make his master wait.

-Ohh... is that so?

The sludge lizard slid closer to him as he then went behind him, eying the hybrid, smirking, amused by the though his pet could make a stand against him, even for the shortest instant. His cool muddy hand then quickly slid under the spider’s left arm, his sludgy paw pressing against his chest as he then pulled his partner toward him, his dark skin coming in contact with his soft liquid. Ozias then sunk him a few inches as his oozing maw came closer to one side of his head. He then took a lick on his neck before approaching himself from his ear as he took a serious, dominating, yet soft tone.

-That attitude of yours will have to change...

He added as the ooze sunk his partner deeper within him, starting with his feet, legs and eventually his waist. His left hand then began shifting down as he caressed his fuzzy chest, wiggling his muddy fingers in it as the slime engulfing the spider slowly crawled over his private area, caressing his length gently.

-Unless you want me to bring you down a few notches myself... again. It would be my pleasure...

The sludge lizard then pressed a little more as he sunk the hybrid a few more inches, the slime now oozing over his shoulder, slurring on his chest, merging with Ozias’ hand.

-I said breakfast was ready... do you understand?

Recluse knew he had done wrong the moment he turned his back to the ooze. And his words were just as damning. Once more he didn't lift a finger to fend off the slimes advance. Even as he felt the cool ooze slither an arm around his chest and pull him into that firm, dipping body the spider did little more then struggle. An instinct he still followed. The sensation was still indescribable. Being engulfed, helpless... and enjoying it. A flush quickly rose in his cheeks, unable to deny that long, dripping tongue did feel... good.

"No.. not here..." The last thing he wanted was for them to be caught. His shame exposed to any passerby's. ..Even if that was a stretch seeing as they were out in the middle of nowhere. Sinking into that soft, muddy body. All his hard work bathing now in vain as he was nearly entirely consumed by the greenish mass. Hands reaching, grasping fruitlessly at the clay like substance that held with an iron grip. Wanting to scream his frustration, hating the wonderful feeling of domination. Opening his mouth to voice his complaint... which came out as a moan. His body failing to resist as much as the rest of him.

"Go... inside.. just stop." Not ready to submit to another violation. Wanting to put an end to this teasing and torment. Ozias was only lucky the spider hadn't eaten in over a week, lacking the strength to put up a real fight. Yeah, Alaric was starting to believe his own lies. Waiting for the slime to loosen his hold she they could return to the makeshift home... but not before doing something drastic. Cupping the lizards gooey cheek, turning his head... pressing his lips to the beasts.

Yeah he'd mark that down as another move of bad judgement but he was sure as hell the hold on him would have loosened enough for him to wiggle free before this got anymore awkward. As if being naked in broad daylight, wet and being manhandled by an ooze creature wasn't weird enough for the hybrid.

Once again, the slime creature was truly delighted by the sight of it all. Seeing his spider so easily give into made the sludge lizard’s grin grow even wider... and those words, as if he had to defend himself simply out of principles... lacking authority as they were betrayed for his need for dominance. Ozias wasn’t planning on going at it once more, seeing how easily his slave gave up; there was no need to push things any further... and besides, doing it too often would rob the act of all it’s magic and effect! Recluse might get “too” used to it.

-Fine... but just hurry u-

The ooze was interrupted as his partner has connected his lips against his... he... did not quite expect that. Not that he complained about it, though... quite the opposite actually. The liquid being immediately let loose of his own tongue as it quickly wrapped around the hybrid’s one. Closing his eyes, lost in this moment of passion, the sludge could feel something quite odd growing inside of him... a weird feeling he had never felt before... it was warm and fuzzy... having a heart right now that it would pumping quite fast.

Taking his time to savor this instant, the slime creature eventually pulled away as he blinked a few times... mixed up with those weird feelings he had just felt. Coming off him slowly, not leaving a single trace of slime on Alaric, as he usually did with anything he touched, Ozias then simply hopped down the rock and walked toward his house, slowly, confused. Turning his head as he arrived at the door, the slime lizard only spoke a few words, trying to look and sound unfazed.

-Your pants are under my bed by the way...

And then pushed the door open and stepped inside, going for the table as he served two glasses of fresh milk.

Well... that seemed to have done the trick. Though that spontaneous kiss was meant to last just a second or two. The spider wasn't sure if he shoulder have been surprised to feel the slime lizards tongue slip between his lips and deepen the moment. That... wasn't supposed to happen. And the feelings welling up in his chest only added to his discomfort. The break away was harder then expected.. but at least he had been freed!

Following close behind Ozias, and far too lost in his own mind, he didn't notice his confusion. Or him trying to act indifferent. Wringing out his hair before coming inside, it was just out of habit and not consideration for his masters floor. When given the location of his pants Alaric didnt waste a moment to get them. Pulling them out of their hiding place and slipping them on. Feeling... complete! Less naked and valnurable. One less piece of clothing he'd need to make himself. And then he finally realized that delicious, sinful smell... omelets!

Ok, alright, the spider wouldn't make a big deal out of this. Yeah... just that his number one favorite food was prepared and served by his captor and he would be having a somewhat intimate breakfast with him. Taking a seat he would keep his expression devoid and disinterested... though his mouth watered. After eating protein shakes for most of the past month or so it was heaven to have something that wasn't just a slushy mush of broken down flesh. Priding at his plate with a fork, cutting out a nice little piece for a taste... oh god he hoped he just didn't make his sex face. It was amazing, light and fluffy and still warm.

Ozias smiled at Recluse as he sat down in front of him… he didn’t took too long, good! He had put his all in that meal, it would’ve been sad to see someone eat it cold... it would’ve lost all its punch. The slime creature couldn’t remember his mom showing him anything about cooking, nor his dad, obviously... that sexist moron never dared to pull out a spatula! Nope, the slime creature had to learn all by himself... most of it by reading books or watching television. He even went as far to go ask a few persons around a small town to show him a trick or two personally... one of them, a young chef in the becoming accepted to share with him some of his secrets. As compensation, the sludge lizard gave him the honor to witness his own little secret and shared a few stories before engulfing him.

The liquid being then grabbed his fork and knife as he began to eat too... yes, he was using utensils... one would think he’d go right away and just swallow it whole, but this was a meal that he prepared himself, he had to savor it... not to mention that he had a guess with him right now. Ozias then began to analyze his own cooking, going for the taste, then the texture... this omelet had too much cream in it, drowning the taste of the eggs themselves... but the rest seemed like okay... maybe cook it for a little longer next time too. The sludge lizard then looked up at Recluse as he too began eating. Obviously he was loving it... his face was hiding it, but his eyes were betraying him.

-I trust everything is fine?

He added as he then looked by the window. The slime creature then raised an eyebrow as he smirked and turned to meet his eyes once more.

-You haven't tried to run away yet... I’m proud of you.

He said, as he took another bite out of his omelet.

-If you want we can do something after, go out for shopping maybe? I need a few things myself...

Everything was perfect! ...well the food that was. As for the situation the spider was in it was difficult for him to decide whether or not it was good or bad. Here he was sitting his his captor, a creature who took amusement in defiling and degrading the hybrid. But at the same time he treated him with such civility and class as if this was a casual morning between friends. Avoiding the slimes eyes as much as he could if only to save his own pride. Not even answering his first question or acknowledging the next comment.

Alaric the Recluse wasn't a coward or a pet... but he was pretty damn stupid to continue to let himself stay in this position. Under the watchful eye of his 'master'. But what really had the arachnid stopping with his jaw dropped was just how he... made a shopping date. "Really? ...did you really just suggest we go shopping... together... in public?" He would have laughed... if he didn't fear the outcome. Didn't the ooze think he would have fled in such a case? This would in fact be the best time to escape.. under so many watchful eyes Ozias couldn't pull anything funny.

There was a silent moment before he spoke up again. "Why are you doing this to me?" The captivity, the cooking, the captivating way he made him feel wanted and... conflicting feelings. It felt like this was some sick game being played. Being saved, drugged, kidnapped, raped, fed. Putting his fork down, turning his dark violet eyes on the reptilian being. "The reason I haven't tried to escape is because you'll try to kill me." But not the only reason.. "And I've seen what you can do." On the field and in bed..

Ozias raised his eyebrow hearing this... what was wrong with going shopping? As long as one could remain hidden with proper garment, there was no need worry... where did he think he took all his food and furniture? He wasn’t your everyday average Joe, he had to admit, but he still had some of his humanity left in him... with simple material needs such as a nice house that didn’t look like a complete dump where your typical brainless, savage monster would sleep on a heap of bones. And as for what Recluse invented as an excuse, the sludge lizard was obviously not biting into it. At all. Taking a strip of bacon as he swallowed it and put the for aside, the ooze put his elbows on the table, crossed his oozing claws together as his hand more or less merged together as he then rested his chin on them.

-Yes... of course. Clearly you had no chance to try and make a break for it while I was down in my cooking, my back turned on you, inside my house.

He added as he raised an eyebrow.

-Anyone out of their sane mind would’ve at least try and make a break for it...naked or not. But you didn’t. Not to mention that you could’ve always make yourself new clothing with that silk of yours after... so don’t give me that as an excuse.

The slime creature then smirked as his eyes narrowed, staring in Recluse’s deep purple.

-You’re only acting out of principles, refusing to swallow that little pride of yours, convinced that what is happening to you is wrong when in fact you’re loving... every... seconds... of it. Your defenses are just as fragile as a card castle.

The liquid being then tilted back as he laid his back on the chair, his arms crossed.

-So please spare me all this nonsense; you’re not fooling anyone... especially not me. The door is right behind you.

He added, pointing at it.

-You can leave whenever you want, I’m not holding you back... But you will have to abandon your dear and beloved master behind... the one who wanted to take you out to the nearest village for shopping... what a shame that would be... wouldn’t it?

He finished, as he took an other bite out of his omelet.

It would seem the slime was calling the spider out! And nothing that came to Recluses mind would satisfy the ooze or himself. What Ozias said was right, all of it. He had many chances to just run away and he was being given one right now. The only problem he was really having was convincing himself he wanted to leave. To be subjected to the term of 'slave' and calling something 'master' was the most degrading of it all. Otherwise... he had no other objections. Sickened by his own inability to just say no and walk away. And knowing, that if he did sated and leave, he may actually come crawling back.

Feeling small, head down, defeated. "I am no one slave... I have no master." He muttered bitterly. Looking up with eyes looking less then human. Narrow slits for pupils, his skin color darkened with his fuzz. Pushing his chair up he stood and turned as he headed for the door. Now it was just the matter of pushing it open and taking his first step to his freedom. His heart pounded in his chest to the point of pain. Thumbing his forehead on the door before taking a step back. Turning with the door to his back, trying to seem as collected as possible...

"You are so full of yourself. You sit there thinking you're so high and mighty." Growing closer with each word till he dared loom over the reptile as he sat and ate. Hands on the backrest of the chair. "With that slick, wet, goo body of yours... And fuck it if 8 didn't see that as damn sexy I wouldnt bother to let myself be put through this." Deep breath before the plunge. Just like he had at the waterfall he cupped the lizards cheek, his warm fingers sinking into the cool liquid, leaning in and stealing a kiss. "I'd rather... we be as partners.."

The sludge lizard simply sat there, looking at recluse who, on first glance, seemed defeated... giving up to this pointless battle as he was probably swallowing bitter defeat. Ozias couldn’t help but grin. Though, when the spider rose his head, the ooze noticed those eyes of his changing... they seemed different, loosing humanity as the slit seemed to narrow, adopting the appearance of pair of beastly eyes that would be more at home on a large lizard or a cat than on the hybrid’s visage. His skin also seemed to darken, so was his fuzzyness. Oh? So he was angry? How adorbale... The slime simply raised an eyebrow as he then brought his elbow on the table and rested his head in his oozing hand, obviously not impressed by his sudden change of appearance... and either by his words.

Ozias looked as he then got up and walked toward the door. Still feeling completely confident, the slime creature kept the same pose; simply staring at him... waiting for him to actually do something that could actually convince the liquid being to stand up and take some action. Eying Recluse as he was now standing right in front of the door, the oozing lizard couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle as Alaric remained motionless, unable to go any further. He only had to reach for the knob and twist it... but apparently he was unable to. He knew his little spider wouldn’t leave; his dominance was simply too... intoxicating for the hybrid.

Looking at him as he then went on with a rent again... getting closer and closer as he kept blabbering... until he was right next to him. The ooze’s gaze simply pierced right trough the spider’s eyes, smirking defiantly at him as he waited for him to finish whatever he had to say.

His next words simply added the cherry on top of an already perfect sundae... and his fingers sinking into his ooze as he gave him a short kiss... maybe some sprinkles? Ozias was victorious and he was literally enjoying every seconds of it... though, at Recluse’s last words, the slime’s eyes widened... did he said partners? The ooze couldn’t really get his mind around that concept... partners like in... boyfriend? That’s something he didn’t quite expect from his spider... not that it bothered him much, but he had to make something very clear... running his own slimy claw under his chin, he then spoke...

-You may call our relation whatever you wish...

He then got his oozing maw closer to his ear as he cooed...

-...as long as you don’t forget who’s on top of whom between the two of us...

Now this wasn't fair in the least bit. Not only did the ooze take advantage of the poor spider but now he had him spilling his guts and inner most thoughts without lifting a finger. But it felt oddly good to get that all off his chest. Yet, the moments he let loose those words he wish he had just taken the offer and left. Now he knew this was going to be even harder to get free from. Still glaring at the ooze... even if he thought it looked cute. Pulling back from the lizards touch, trying to seem disgusted. And by partnership he meant equal opertunity, equal standing. Hmph.

"I'll need some time to make myself a new robe before I go anywhere." As usual the hybrid liked to appear regal and high classed despite his homelessness and hermit behavior. But something told him that was over. Running his fingers through his hair, having already finished breakfast. Now... where to start? And something about doing this in front of Ozias just made him feel... awkward. Very much so. Not so much embarrassed only... he knew the precess itself looked disturbing and he didn't need the slime seeing how it worked. So... his last option was to go outside and leave that damn high and mighty reptilian to enjoy the rest of his breakfast alone.

Once outside, and away from prying eyes, it was only the matter of spitting and spinning the thick, milky webbing from his lips to his fingers. It... was a rather interesting appearance.

Ozias smirked… that probably brought the hybrid down a notch or two... the slime creature knew what he was trying to do. By calling him his boyfriend and finally coming out of the closet at the same time, he was probably expecting he could make some sort of deal out of this whole situation by working his way as “equals”. The thought of it all made him chuckle as he looked at Recluse stepping outside, saying he would work himself some new clothing. The liquid being knew where this would go if he let him take only a small bit of terrain. It would begin by him taking important decisions without his authorization, to him giving the ooze some orders from time to times... like your typical bossy housewife would do and finally, him saying he has headaches and refusing to let himself “used” as his master pleases. He had to keep his ground and show himself firm and unweaving about this until Alaric would finally understand completely...

Finishing his food quickly, Ozias then stood up as he walked by the door and looked outside at his slave walking away in the woods... apparently wanting some secrecy for whatever he was doing... but the sludge lizard felt like peeking anyway, so he would either if the spider agreed or not. Plus, if he was making himself clothing, wouldn’t it be fair for his master to get a say in what he would look like? Of course it was... Outside appearance, even if superficial, counted...

Following him through the woods in his puddle form, the slime reformed himself in a tree branch over him, looking at him work with his silk... he had to admit it had been a while since he haven’t saw such display of skills... though, by the look of it, it didn’t seem like he actually learned this... it was more of a second nature... which made sense when you thought about it; he was a hybrid, after all...

Forming the upper half of his body, the ooze hung himself from his branch upside down not too far in frot Recluse, grinning with his dripping tongue sticking out.

-Such a shame you have to hide yourself like that... nakedness is your most suiting outfit...

Finally some privacy! The spider had ventured into the woods in hopes of finding a nice secluded spot to weave his work. Away from prying eyes of his so called master and any who were unfortunate to pass through. The spider worked quickly, his hands moving to stretch and spread the wet, liquid webbing til it formed long strands of ivory white silk. The stuff, normally sticky to those who touched it, molded it and spun it without any difficulty. All his hands moving it a mechanical motion. Like a seamstress braiding cloth all he had to do was picture what he wanted and it formed within his skillful fingers.

Having been so wrapped up in his work he had no idea the ooze had followed him. So caught up to the point he only looked up with Ozias addressed him... and his eyes went wide in horror... Recluse liked to be alone for a reason. He was self conscious about how he worked and hated any criticism while he went about his business. And he felt no different when the slime showed up. Nearly halfway done and bits of the white, gooey string still hung from his lips. Giving the reptile a dark, death glare.

"I would prefer not to have people stare at my junk as I walk about through town. As glorious as it is I do so enjoy some form of humanity. And are you saying my clothing is not worth my time and effort?" Seeming a little hurt. Keeping up his pouting face wishing he could brush the lizard away. "Just let me finish." Turning his head down and trying to work.... but again feeling awkward letting him watch. It felt worse then having been spied on while bathing... if that made much sense.

Touchy… the spider didn’t seem to realize that this was actually a compliment… He didn’t critique his work or anything! And the ooze, even if he was a complete pervert understood that clothing was needed in order to walk around in a popularized area, obviously. Why did he think he wore a monk robe half of the time? He wasn’t stupid... and furthermore, if he wanted to critique his work, he had all the rights to do so! Alaric was his, after all... he had to make sure that everything had to meet HIS standards first... the spider’s thought on this were very secondary... Though, he had to admit he had no sense of fashion whatsoever, so criticizing his work would only create unnecessary tension between the two... But still... he needed to learn to put that snappy behavior of his to rest. He wanted docility and obedience... and he remembered him giving a warning earlier by the waterfalls...

-Hmph... fine.

Slurring back on his branch, the ooze took his time as he silently and slowly slid toward another one that was right above the spider’s head making him think that he had left the scene for the time being. The sludge lizard then slowly let himself slur down on the hybrid, the cool, thick liquid landing on his head as it then slowly slid down on his skin, gallons and gallons of it, covering the entirety of his body as the ooze crawled all over him, engulfing him into a soft embrace as the sludge stroked every inches of his body, especially the fuzz. The ooze even began to intrude itself in his pants, caressing his manhood gently, teasing him. Ozias’ shoulders and small section of his upper body and arms then formed itself in front of the hybrid out of the ooze that was covering the front part of his body. The liquid being the coped the back of Alaric's head as his large, oozing paw stroked his hair and scalp.

-You should stop being so jumpy...

He added as his forehead eventually connected with his partner’s. His muddy finger then poked his temple as it then slowly slid down to his neck...

-It was a compliment... I’m well aware we need to wear clothing... but it saddens me to see you hiding that oh so perfect body of yours... with whatever matter of clothing you might find or make.

His muzzle then got closer to his ear as he opened his maw.

-Perfection cannot be perfected...

He added as he removed the ooze from over his partner’s hands, giving him the chance to work on his silk.

-But before we can get back to work... let’s make ourselves more... comfortable.

He added as he pushed the slightly drugged being up a bit as a gigantic, throbbing length made out of the greeny sludge formed itself behind him off the ground. He then slowly let his spider sit back as he impaled him on his length, watching him slide down as his manhood intrude itself deeper within him, sensing every last bits of his warm inner walls quivering around his cool, soft and slippery length, tightening in a vain attempt to halt the intrusion. Ozias then added his own weight to it all, pulling on the hybrid's hips to help him work his way down completely. The sensation sent a shiver through all of the sludge creature’s body as his tongue lolled out of his gaping maw, his eyes narrowing, somewhat fogged by the sudden wave of raw pleasure.

-A-Aahh, Yessss... Now you may work, I’m watching you...

Alaric thought he had finally done it. Simply brushing the ooze off had worked! Feeling the slime leave and watching the ooze slip away into the shadows. The moment he felt he was alone he let out a heavy sigh of relief. He'd let the realization that he had to go back to a possibly pouting ooze lizard slip into the back of his mind. But his smile of triumph was still just as evident. Working to finish his clothing he had no idea what was about to drop down on him.

The first reaction was to stiffen and the second was to look up. Following the first it took a moment to come to a conclusion... he was fucked. From the first moment he felt that cool, gooey slime on his skin he knew he would never forget the sensation. There was no mistaking the feeling of the cool, green slime rolling down his face, caressing his cheeks, neck and shoulders in a way that was indescribable. Shuddering, gritting his teeth bitterly. Trying to shake the goo loose, head thrashing side to side to dislodge the rolling waves that eventually consumed him. Wanting to scream his frustration... at the same time wanting to just give in. His heart, which had been beating so violently at the beginning, began to slow as the contact drugs hit his system. Just light amounts but still enough to give the hybrid a buzz.

Looking into the eyes of his partner, no, his Master. Mouthing the words, 'fuck you' with a still defiant sneer. But those caresses, unwanted, soil fed that wanton desire. An unspoken need to be dominated.

When his hands were released Recluse was still holding the half finished robes in his hands. Licking his lips, swallowing the pasty taste of webbing. Hard to talk with it a mouth fun of the stuff after all. Before he could give another comeback he was being coaxed and moved against his will. Hands grasping at the sludge lizards body, trying to get a hold, shaking his head... the pressure forced against his hole was still painful but the weight of his body couldn't deny that thick girth entry for long. Crying out as his body was being stretched, his hole molding the slick, gooey length while his walls tried hard to stop the intrusion with a vice like hold. His length throbbing, alone and exposed.

The pain was dulled quick, the expression on the spiders face one of conflict. Wanting to give in but at the same time refusing to relax and accept his fate. "A-aah! Uhnn.. P-please... I can't.." Did the reptilian slime really think he could work under this kind of pressure!? It was hard enough trying not to give in, hands grasping at fist full of cool slime. His hot body burning against the ever cool dripping beasts hold.

The slime creature simply would never get used to this sensation, the feeling of being dominant, in control, having his own little slave impaled on his girth, powerless, moaning, pleading his master for mercy... Smirking wickedly as his tongue lid along the back of his neck and up to behind his ear, Ozias then slowly arched forward, his head over his shoulder as he looked at his work, half done. Alaric wasn’t working on his robe anymore... curious, this task seemed rather important for him moments ago... His own oozing hand eventually reached out for his robe as he pulled it up, looking at it

-Oh hush... of course you can. You were so enthralled by your work seconds ago, weren’t you?

The slime then pulled the spider up a bit as he let him fell down once more, only a few inches, proceeding to put himself more at ease before he would proceed to hump him... very... slowly... Taking his time to reach the very bottom and beyond before retracting himself centimeter by centimeter... making the pleasure last for a painful amount of time at each full cycles, wanting to make sure Recluse wouldn’t cum anytime soon... he had to finish that dress of his, after all... and this was also supposed to be a punishment... The liquid being then took a long lick on his partner's neck once more as he now gazed into his eyes.

-And it’s gona be like that until you’re done with that robe of yours... or when you fully toss away that integrity of yours definitely and admit that I am indeed your master... and that you’re nothing more but my own little pet... my little spider... my little plaything. My slave...

The ooze then pulled back once more after those few words and then thrust in, rubbing itself against his tight walls once more as he reached the bottom again.

-Mmmhhh... Though, whatever your choice will be... I’m sure to enjoy both outcomes...

The ooze then tightened around Recluse’ arms as he then chuckled... not restricting his movements the slightest, but making sure his hands wouldn't go anywhere he didn't wanted them.

-And you obviously won’t be allowed to... please your own self throughout this entire disciplinary session of yours... obviously... not until I am satisfied...

Ozias once again humped him gently by going in and out oh so agonizingly slow as he cooed in his ear.

-Not until you have learned your place...

This... was an impossible task. With each breath the arachnid made he could feel that intruding length slur inside of him. His walls tightening reflexively with each inhale. There was little room to focus past the pressure and terrible, agonizing pleasure that wasn't near enough to work him to orgasm. His mind a haze and hands shaking. Shutting his eyes tight, leaning back into the wet, dripping licks. Barely able to keep a firm hold on his half finished robed. Having almost completely forgotten about it... and any comments he would have said lost in the slow, drawn out drags and thrust. More.. if he had just a little more...

Still he would refuse to give in... not yet anyway. Even with the low dosage of contact drug he was still feeling the effects hard. His mental struggles ebbing away like the rest of his resistance. There was no way he could complete his clothing... he couldn't even control the consistency of his webbing. The thick, sticky globs of liquid string was sticking to his fingers and rolled out too fast for him to handle... his refusal lasting for a solid five minutes before it was obvious he couldn't take anymore..

"I... i hate you s-so much.." The spiders expression was priceless, cheeks were flushed, eyes half lidded and lips parted and so inviting... Quivering, moaning, pleading. Muttering under his breath, "fuck me.." Dropping his robes, the last shread of dignity fluttering away with it. "fuck me." Hands wishing they could end this, the ache reaching new levels. "Consume me.. " Swallowing the last bit of his pride. "Master.."

Those words… finally. They literally sent a shiver throughout the entirety of his body. The ooze finally had what he wanted... the spider was now all his! And considering the fact that it took him a good five minute before spitting it as well as the defied tone he was employing... he knew he wasn’t lying, what would be the point anyway? If he did, he knew he’d have to start all over again and give him once more punishment. A large, wicked, evil smile was forming itself on the liquid being’s face as his tongue still lolled out of his mouth. This called for a reward. But first, he had to take care of himself before he could give his spider a treat...

-Good... you master is proud of you.

He added as he unglued himself from him and stood up in front of the hybrid. Drawing back his girth that was poking out the puddle on the ground, the ooze then reformed it at his proper place as it then loomed over Alaric’s head, dripping copious amount of pre on his visage. The sludge lizard gave it a few strokes as even more of it slurred down on his partner, letting out a deep moan of pleasure... this will be great. Ozias then let himself melt until his throbbing, oozing erection was of level with the spider’s mouth as his sludgy hand copped the back of the spider’s head and drew it closer to his girth.

-Your first task, slave, will be to satisfy your master’s needs... then you shall receive a treat...

Yes... this would be his first task as his servant. The sludge creature knew he would satisfy him just fine... but knowing him, he knew he might be hesitant at first and only take the tip of it... hense why he had his hand right behind his head, to help him.... motivate himself... not to mention that his manhood was completely prehensile. Though, he would be careful not to cut him out of oxygen either by leaving his breathing ways uncovered by his ooze.

-Well?

He could have caught harder, could have denied it all til he was blue in the face... but the end result would always be the same. Recluse liked it... wanted it. Play the role of the utterly submitted and owned. It was like a heavy weight was lifted off his chest and felt at ease. Looking confused when his ooze, his Master, pulled away and released the intense pressure from his body. Feeling the girth melt away from his tight hole, both a sense of releif and of disappointment. But what he witnessed next...

Alaric felt the cool, sticky beads of pre roll down his head and over his face. Disgusted but utterly enthralled. The hybrid tilted his head back, lips parted to get a taste of the sticky, gooey mess. Tears forming in the males eyes, still in disbelief how he could degrade himself like this. Had this been any other situation or any other being the spider would have ended this a long time ago. Never let this go so far... but he had a trust in the slime only a slave could show to his master. Any rebellion was gone only a deep, submissive look in his violet eyes.

It didn't matter the color, Thor the odd texture, a dick was still a dick. And faced with that imposing, throbbing length Recluse did have to hesitate. There was no way that would fit in his mouth... how did it ever fit inside him was another thing. But again, the spider was sure he had put more bizarre things in his mouth anyway... and this was something he could control. Somewhat. One hand reached up to grip the length as the others braced him against the ground or pressed up against the slimes body. His fingers sinking right in, wiggling them. Taking a breath he made the plunge. Leaning in to slide his tongue over the dripping tip, swirling around it before wrapping his lips around him. The copious amounts of the drug induced slime being absorbed through his tongue. Becoming lightheaded and loosing his inhibitions. Working to slide more between his lips.

There was only so much her could fit before he began to gag. The girth hitting the back of his throat and soil there was so much more... relaxing, breathing through his nose, Recluse tried to fix more. Inch by inch sliding the throbbing, cool ooze into his hot, wet mouth. It took a few tries before be could let the length slide deeper, throat muscles contracting around the intrusive appendage. And with each attempt more of the beasts pre dripped down his chin onto his chest and even splattered onto his face. Bobbing his head back and forth... moaning around the mass of dripping slime between his lips. Listening to his masters sounds, the moans, the orders and coaxing. Working hard to fill his needs while his own body ached for attention.

When he worked his master to release he had no idea what he was in store for. The torrent of cum that rolled down his throat left him breathless. The stuff dripping out of nose and rolling out of the corners of his mouth. Green, sticky, messy. Swallowing what he could, adding more friction around his masters length, before pulling back. Catching the remaining spurts along his face and neck. Still a thread of his saliva connected his lips to the gooey, still leaking length. Panting, gasping for breath. His own mess still leaking down along his own length, hot, hard, throbbing. And he had been a good boy the whole time! Never touched himself once..

Upon release, his arm reached for the tree trunk that was next to him as he tried to keep himself standing, his body starting to lose shape... concentrating on keeping himself composed in such moments was rather difficult but he still managed to stay more-or-less formed during his whole lengthy climax. The sludge lizard tilted his head as he looked down at Recluse who was trying to swallow the entirety of his load, an impossible task, really, but the sight of his slave at least “trying” to take it all was more than enough for him... though, perhaps next time he could push on his head and try to thrust it deeper in his throat at the last moment... this way he would’ve taken it all! Hmm... maybe next time he would miss-behave... Oh well.

After this, the slime formed two appendages under the hybrid’s arms to help him lift himself up as he then reached for Alaric’s cheek and rubbed it with his left hand, glaring into his defeated eyes as he then spoke.

-You will have the honor to share an out-of-this-world-experience with me, your master...

He added as he slid behind him. The liquid being then awakened his contact drug to his fullest as he slowly slurred his own arms under his and ran his oozing claws into his belly fuzz... he would never get used to how soft and pleasant it felt... Ozias then proceeded to press his still hardened cock against the spider’s entry as he unmercilessly thrust it deep within him, not really giving him time to adapt himself to it... but there was no need for that, now it didn’t mattered anymore... what would come next would fix that anyway. The sludge lizard then pressed on his partner’s chest as he slowly sunk him within his oozing confines, the sludge pouring over Recluse’s shoulders as his legs and waist had already began to disappear into the liquid mass. Ozias’ length at this point pretty much had loss his solidity as it was now simply pumping large amount of sludge into him. His slime worked around the hybrid’s arms as he pulled them in, sinking them in like the rest of his body... only the spider’s head was left to be seen. Forming a small section of his upper body as he stretched himself sideways, coming face to face with his plaything, displaying a smile that inspired pure and simple slyness.

-Now relax...

He cooed as his tongue licked his lips gently before the muddy appendage worked its way in, going deeper and deeper down his throat. Ozias’ maw then opened wide like never before... his jaw having no structure made it look like a snake’s mouth with strands and drips of ooze everywhere. His eyes narrowed as his gaping maw loomed and dripped over the hybrid’s head and slowly dropped on him, taking the whole of it as it worked its way down, plunging his prey’s world into darkness. When the sludge beast’s head connected with the slime, it slowly started to lose form as it merged with the rest of the humanoid-shaped blob that covered Recluse.

Leaving a small, drug-filled pocket of air for the spider for him not to suffocate before he could accomplish his work, Ozias immediately began to concentrate on his slime’s density and texture as it was now working its way completely trough his skin pores and eventually trough his veins. The sludge, inside and out was literally invading Alaric’s system as his intrusive chakra began to painlessly re-arrange his DNA structure, turning him too into the very same ooze he was made off, an overwhelming force that no one would ever be able to resist... especially if one was nothing more but a completely submitted slave... The Hybrid’s legs eventually began to lose solidity as the blob-figure slowly began to melt down, now at waist level, his arms getting sludgy as they bent down, fusing into the large puddle of ooze. Eventually his inners as well as his muscles, bones and everything turned into the very sludge that had engulfed him, the body slowly bending backward as it then splatted into the mud-like substance until nothing but a large puddle of greeny liquid was left to be seen.

Though, obviously, it was not the end for the spider. This wasn’t Ozias’ regular absorption technique. It was something he had learned to do while eating someone, yes, it was also very similar... except for one very important thing. Instead of absorbing his chakra, consciousness and nervous system, the liquid being had learned to keep it in limbo within him... which also enabled him to re-arrange his DNA structure and reform him completely whenever he would feel like it...

After having reformed himself, the liquid being allowed Recluse to wake up in his mind, letting the spider feel the ooze, his master, literally inside and out. The slime creature then opened his own eyes which also let the spider see beyond the oozing abyss. Slurping his lips with his long tongue of his, Ozias then asked aloud, letting the spider hear what he had to say by the use of his very own ears, the following question...

-So... how do we feel?

Although not in control of his body anymore, Alaric would find himself still very capable to answer back into his subconscious for his master to hear...