Sticky situation. (MATURE.)

Alaric looked up from his work, lips still dripping from his Masters cum and face sticky with the aftermath. He felt dirty, used... but at least he had to look forward to it finally being over. We he thought he deserved to finally have it be over. Not even caring he he got his own climax at this point, ashamed of how much he enjoyed satisfying the slime beast.

The spider didn't fight it when he was lifted onto his feet. Blinking past the haze in his vision, lips moving to try and question what he meant to do. Recluse felt his world start to spin out of control when the drug was fed through his pores and into his bloodstream. His heartbeat slowing, loosing what was left of his shattered will. Not fighting what was coming... but he screamed none the less when that massive, imposing girth slammed into him in one go. The combination of drug, pleasure and pain sent him over the edge. Not to mention the feel of gooey fingers sliding over his chest. Reaching a quick, violet orgasm that had his eyes rolling back and body quivering. He did little struggling while the ooze slurred around him, inside of him.

Having no idea what was really happening to him... his only concern was feeling more of it. Hands trying to grasp and grip at the slime consuming him. Feeling Ozias filling his lower body, the slime pushing further then possible, perhaps it would have been painful if not for the drug. Sinking deep till he was nearly gone inside the green, dripping sludge. But for the moment it was euphoric and all he could focus on. For the last time he would look into his masters eyes before he was completely engulfed. Never denying his lovers tongue eve when it was being shoved down his throat. Making the softest whimpers, shutting his eyes tight til tears rolled down his cheeks. He never saw the huge maw coming down on his head... and thankful he didn't have to..

Recluse was unaware his body was actually being broken down and absorbed by the ooze up until he began loosing feeling below the waist. Having been lulled into the thought of just being covered and coated in the delicious cool goo. Mind to fried to panic even in the very end he shuddered and gasped from the sensation of being apart of his lover..

When it was over the hybrid felt almost at ease. Every bit of himself was no longer his to control. Lost in a void of green, constantly dripping and shifting ooze. Alaric woke only when he heard his master call out to him. Eyes seeing what his master wished him to see. No need to breathe or move or think. When that last question came to mind he could only respond so calmly. "I feel... you." No regret, even if it was the last time he would ever have to live, to think. There was a form of freedom in this release and trust of ones... master. "Only you.."

Hearing those words, the slime smiled as he then arched forward to pick up his robe, which he proceeded to put on. Ozias then began walking back toward his home as he trekked toward the river. Seeing a large rock, the ooze climbed on it as he sat down and looked around... savoring this instant... feeling Recluse inside of him, powerless, completely under his control... The sludge lizard had felt so many persons within him through the years... but this one was a real breath of fresh air. For once, the individual inside his ooze was in harmony with what was happening. It would almost be a shame to reform him later considering the fact that Recluse felt so at peace and complete absorbed like this... he could feel it. Not to mention that he would probably leave the poor spider cry foul, ripped from his cozy, hypnotic nest.

The sludge lizard’s eyes then scoped around as his sight eventually dropped on the waterfall, giving the spider within him nice, soothing and relaxing sights for him to see. Not that he would complain anyway. He couldn’t. In this state, his master’s movements, sight, feelings and even part of his thinking were overlooked, controlled... nothing escaped his almighty seeing eye. He could spend days, weeks and even years like this without any trouble... but he also enjoyed physical contact... and not seeing his spider around him again would be such a waste if we considered his very attractive physique. Shifting position as he then leaned on his gushing arms, Ozias then concentrated as he searched Recluse... connecting himself to him as his body’s chakra fuzed with his now liquid nervous system.

-And believe me... this is only the beginning...

He added as he smirked. Activating his chakra, Alaric’s nerves awakened... now ultra sensitive, ready to take hold of any sensation that would come by and release it tenfold... And the sludge lizard knew exactly what sensation he would just provide him... pleasure. At first it started small and slowly, giving him some attention to the level of his groin... the same amount of pleasure one would feel being given what would seem to be a blowjob...and then it began to crawl... going for his thigh and lower abs, the intensity also grew bigger as it now reached the level of what one would feel nearing release... and then he literally let loose of his chakra as Recluse would be hit by a massive wave of pleasure, a never-ending orgasm that could be felt on the entirety of what would’ve been his body.

-Let yourself get engulfed in pleasure... let your master take over... let me take care of you...

He whispered as he then raised the intensity of his chakra control from a minimum to nearly an absolute maximum... such pleasure would normally be 10 times more than what a normal body could handle before either having a seizure or a cardiac arrest. But giving the fact that his mind was liquid, as well as the rest of his organs... Recluse could only stay there and take it. And to make things worst... or better, Ozias only had to make a full cycle as his charka waved forth and back over his spider’s nervous system, meaning he could literally go at it for hours if he wanted... but he judged that after a full 10 minutes, Alaric would have enough... he liked the idea of having a pleading, needy, addicted slave after, be he also wanted him to actually being able to use his brain still after this...

-Do you want me to keep going? Beg me and I will...

As compliant as the Ozias own shadow, Recluse made no other comment as he was just a formless mass within his Master. Or mostly was his master. Sharing the same sludgy, cool body. All his other senses besides sight was dulled down to only feeling the ooze course, slur and drip around him. Half realizing they were going back toward the course leaving his clothing behind. He could care less.

He had never felt so at ease, even though he was literally eaten by the sludgy being. No longer in control of his actions... he had no worries. Wrapped up tight in a blanket of ceaseless slime, he felt like he could stay like this forever. Wondering why he struggled and denied it. Feeling even more relaxed as he watched the waterfall and recalled the crashing sounds. Hearing his Master call out to him again. Sending only the softest, warmest feelings to answer him. If this was only the beginning then he wanted more. And the moment his senses were opened he was like an overwhelming, crushing wave of sensation. He could hear everything, feel it... if he had a body still he would be shuddering from the torment. Wishing he could hold onto the ooze but at the same time he was feeling all this pleasure on a new level.

Recluse could only moan deep within the slime beasts mind. Sharing the hazy thoughts of his pleasure and voicing it. His cries, his reactions to the increasings pleasure rose in volume. The spider came hard, crying out his Masters name in the deepest confines of his lovers body. The intensity was starting to become all consuming, breaking his already frail mind. He wanted more, to feel it continue on and on. Had he a body he would have been shaking violently, bucking his slim hips and dark skin flushed. A pleasure that would have broken him he craved for it to drag him into oblivion. "Please... Master... don't stop!" Needing to be broken in, submitting to the delicious torment he hoped would last til there was nothing left of him to give. "Massster.."

Ahhh… this was truly music to his ears! Well... not really his ears, rather his subconscious but it all came down to the same... Smiling vacantly as he simply held up the intensive waves of pleasure... hearing his slave moan in excitement, begging for his master to keep on with his never-ending, mind-frying orgasm, Ozias let out a deep chuckle, closing his eyes as his tongue slurped his lips, his tail wagging. Even if he himself wasn’t able to enjoy the climax session as much as Alaric, he could definitely feel him literally losing it, giving fully into his lust. What was once a proud spider hybrid was now nothing more but a quivering, needy mass of liquid lingering inside his ooze. The thought alone was enough to give him a serious hard-on... which he didn’t hesitate to take care off as his slimy paw reached for it, rubbing it in jerky movements of up and downs. His head was tilting backward as his maw parted open, his long, dripping tongue lolling on one side as his eyelids shut themselves.

Murring deeply upon his own release, ooze squirted out of his cock once more, soiling the rock under him as some of it fell into the river... his orgasm, without him really noticing, had literally pulsated insane amount of chakra into Recluse’s nervous system... a 10 times fold, constant orgasm now backed by a powerful, overwhelming, final wave of electrifying, mind numbing pleasure... Its only when the sludge lizard basked into his own afterglow that he had just realized what had just happened... taking back the control of his chakra to re-stabilize his constant pleasure waves, Ozias was beginning to wonder if there would be anything left of the spider’s mind once he’d be done with him.

After a full ten minutes of godlike, blissful pleasure, the liquid being decided that it was now enough... never yet had he let someone out of him after such a treatment and he wondered how the hybrid would react... the thought of it amused him all of the sudden! Obviously he wouldn’t be the same as he used to be. Or so he thought anyway. So it began slowly... dimming down on his chakra as it gently left the spider’s nervous system, letting him time to adapt to as it eventually halted completely. Standing up, the ooze stepped down the rock as he then closed his eyes, concentrating on his mate that was now just an oozing mess inside him... the pleasure he had sustained had literally scrambled him up. Frowning, as he focused, Ozias slowly but surely re-collected his mate as his chakra came back as one with his nervous system and dormant DNA material that was hidden in his own slime.

What would first look a glob of goo inside him eventually formed into a humanoid figure. The Liquid eventually began to solidify and regenerate itself as his skin, muscles, organs, blood and everything came back. And just before Alaric was completely reformed, his skin now incredibly soft to the touch and all his possible scars his body could’ve sported trough the ages gone, the ooze then gave one final push to breathe life back into his dormant body as the sludge slowly knelt, his mud-like substance slurred off him, reforming himself next to his spider, his gaze dropping on his visage as his dripping hand caressed his cheek...

-See what you have been missing this whole time? You poor thing...

Though, Ozias himself didn’t even know if Recluse would be even able to give out a coherent answer just yet... this was a first, even for him.

Recluse simply wouldn't have been able to stand the all consuming waves of crushing pleasure that touched and drowned every fiber of his being... had he a weaker mind. But his Masters sudden orgasm had sent those waves of extasy down on the writhing, formless spider. Hanging by the last threads of his sanity, the last strike sent him spiraling into dark oblivion. A place he never wanted to leave where his mind was fried with pure bliss and nothing else mattered. His screams of orgasm, lust filled cries of pleasurefilled madness, grew as he was nearly lost in the beasts oozing abyss.

Only when his Master began to lessen the pleasure did the first pangs of bitter withdrawn hit him already. Feeling the sensation leaving him, like a roaring fire steadily being put out. The dying embers of his minds bliss ending, snuffed out by the one who fed it to him so readily. Not Ozias was just being greedy! All that amazing, mindblowing consumption was gone as Recluse was once more gaining his physical body. Sending mixed waves of bubbling emotion. Freedom from the ooze but now lacking in the comfort... it was unexplainable. Time in his lovers body passed like seconds, unware of when or where he was when reentering the warm, breezy world.

The spiders body was literally reborn from the slime that devoured him and enslaved him to the intoxication of degeneration. This had been then an out of body experience, a moment shared with his owner. This would become an addiction he had no qualms about. Slick and wet when he passed through Ozias' system and expelled back into the world. His body was fully formed but his mind was still far behind. Scrambled, trying to piece itself together. Muttering incoherent words to the slime... a contentness in his face that would be unmatched. Slipping into unconsciousness.

Ozias couldn’t quite understand, once out of him, what Recluse was trying to say… His words were mixed up, half formed and rather incoherent… but by the look on his face and overall tone, the sludge lizard knew he was, in the only way he possibly could, expressing his gratitude. The liquid being simply nodded as he smiled at him. Looking at Alaric that Ozias felt... completed and satisfied. Recluse was obviously better off like that... his mind fried, begging for his master, needing him, feeling incomplete without him... That’s how he should’ve been from the beginning... this poor, lost soul had been through so much in his life... it was time for a well-deserved vacation of all his worries and problems! By surrendering part his free will, he wouldn’t care about those any longer... as long as he held the hybrid under his dominating will, things would remain just like so...

Seeing his pet began to pass out, the ooze simply opened his arms as he caught him, his body splating in his sludge as he sunk. Grabbing his arms as he began to slur off him, Ozias lifted him over his shoulder as he then stood up. Taking Alaric’s pants on his way back home, the liquid being stepped on the stair as he then headed inside and went left, opening the door to his balcony as he gently laid the spider on his lounging chair as he put a thin, white covering over his lower section and his pants folded on the wooden floor next to him. Sliding the back of his “index” on the spider’s cheek, the ooze then went back inside as he reached for his fishing equipment... it had been a while since he haven’t caught anything, his freezer was getting rather empty... and he couldn’t leave his slave behind, go to the nearest city and risking him waking up, his Master not around him. He knew he might just grow desperate considering the shock treatment he just had, so sticking around until he got up was the wisest solution. He had to... supervise him.

Going back to his balcony, the sludge lizard opened his fishing box as he pulled out a lure... which he then attempted to hook on the small metallic clamp at the end of the string... an almost impossible task considering his consistency... Grumbling in frustration as he used the wooden fence as a support to press the loop trough the spring, Ozias eventually managed to do it. Readying his fishing rod, the liquid being then casted the lure into the streaming river as it splashed further away. Reeling it back until it was out of the water, the sludge lizard kept going...patient... waiting for a fish to bite... and his spider to wake up.

Slipping into an unconscious state, the spiders body in a near stasis like condition. Recluse was still trying to fit together the pieces of his jigsawed mind. Not even feeling himself being lifted and taken home... his permanent home. Once more sprawled out and in the nude. But at least this time there was some courtesy in covering him up. Resting for a bit longer while he recovered from some an... escapade. Waking in the middle of Ozais' fishing session, his eyes glazed over, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Shifting very carefully in his seat. The experience still leaving him feeling weird in his own skin.

Rubbing his pounding head, shielding his eyes from the light. "What happened.." And he expected a clear answer... Recalling those moments where he was trying to mend his robes, the violation, the subjection and finally that intense feeling of at ease and wrapped up in internal bliss. Glancing at himself, his arms... he knew his figure enough enough to see something was different... not quite wrong but different. "Did I die?" Perhaps not the right question. But the more he tried to recall what happened the stronger some... urges became. Cupping his hands in his lap, honing in on his pants. Plucking them off the floor he rose to slip them on... and nearly topped over. If Ozias tried to help him he'd refuse. Pulling them on, hiding the little problem beneath, feeling just a little better. "Just never mind.. I don't want to know." He just wanted to know why he wasn't upset in the least with any of this..

Something amazing happened to him, something that only the ooze could do. Whether Alaric was willing to admit it or not, he wanted it again. That sense of being complete, safe and without worry. Idly fondling his own soft tan fuzz along his chest. Leaning against the balcony, eyes peering over the water. A look of peace on his face. "Are we still going into town?"

Hmm… it would seem that nothing was biting today… meaning he might have to put on the net trough the river again and leave it there for fishes to get caught in it eventually. It kinda killed the fun, but he needed those darn fishes already... and he didn’t quite know how long Recluse would be unconscious like that. Maybe he could install that fishtrap before he’d get up again... he did went a bit overboard with his pleasure output later... he wouldn’t be up just yet. Or so he though anyway. It was the first time he had done this to someone, after all. He knew he wasn’t in a coma... but still... Ozias could be waiting for a while for all he knew. Casting his line once again, the liquid creature remained there, waiting.

It’s only half an hour later that he finally heard his spider spoke a few words, asking what happened and that sort of stuff... he was lost, obviously. He could perfectly understand that. The slime lizard simply chuckled as he cast his line on last time, reeled it back in and put his rod next to him, laying it against the wooden fence. He then turned around as he watched the hybrid slowly getting up. As he began to walk toward him until he was against the barrier, gazing at the coursing water. The sludgy being couldn’t help but notice how... at peace he looked... as if all his worries had left him. He could see it in his eyes. That’s what he wanted from the beginning... and he had succeeded. Now Alaric had all the attention and peace he always deserved....

-Mhm... yes, we still are.

Ozias added as he nodded and turned himself around and leaned on the fence as he looked at the waterflow.

-You seem... a lot more relaxed than you used to be. I trust you enjoyed our little time together, hmm?

He added as he winked at him.

His heart beat faster in his chest, the lightest flush building in his cheeks. Just being close to the ooze seemed to spark a deep yearning within him. Simply hearing the slime speak to him, just in idle conversation, made him smile. He'd never felt this way before, completely smitten by a figure he thought was so imposing, brutal, monstrous. In the moments before his blackout Alaric knew he had shared something amazing with the reptilian slime... just from the way his body reacted when Ozias mentioned it told him how much it enjoyed it... if only he could quite remember! Looking up at the ooze just in time to see him wink, trying not to swoon.

"I still need a shirt.." He muttered idly, not sure he had it in him rift now to try and rebuild another robe but not willing to walk around with his chest exposed. He didn't much appreciate any gawking at his peachy fuzz and spots. Maybe Ozias could... without even realizing it the spider had closed the distance between himself and the slime. His snowy white hair shielding his blushing face... his arms looped around the slime, pulling him into a hug. He couldn't remember when someone so willingly brought him company knowing what he was. Having shared something that transcended the physical and became something else. And he ached to fall inside that muddy, sludgy interior.

"Can I borrow a spare robe if you have one?" That's all he needed, more then ready to follow after his lover, his Master.

Ah yes, Ozias remembered now… his spider didn’t had quite the time to finish that robe of his! He himself, obviously, didn’t mind him wandering around him chest nude, quite the opposite, actually! But he had to keep in mind that where they were going, even if it was right in the middle of the damn summer and half the men wandered around shirtless, that he wasn’t quite fully human... obviously people, knowing how weirdophobes they were, would point fingers and freak out at the sight of his slave’s fuzzy goodness. The fools.

The liquid creature, thinking about all this, began having a few flashback of his own childhood; remembering how it was so simple to just walk around town, not having to hide yourself and fearing someone might find out your "little secret" and scream out for their dear lives... to have human contact... The only way he had been able to have this was by absorbing someone. Only then, when they were merging with him, lingering in limbo within his ooze that he could feel like he was actually sharing meaningful things with someone... socializing to a degree before they were completely assimilated... Those people didn't deserve reformation in his book... They had already been granted the honor to live this unique experience... let alone tell the tale to everyone. But this had changed... Recluse was here now, to keep him company, to fill that empty void he kept inside of him all these years, someone he could relate to, someone he could care... someone he could love...

When the spider came closer to him, the ooze simply stared down at him as he opened his dripping arms, somewhat expecting what he was just about to do. Sliding his sludgy limbs over his arms as his muzzle rested on top of his head, his eyes closed, Ozias didn’t want let it show... but had yearned for this day; the feeling of joy and relief he was having right now had been enough to make him drop a few tears... tears that melted back inside his oozing mass almost immediately after, but part of his breathing reflex he still had, giving the fact he used to be human in a distant pass, made the muddy lizard’s ooze jerk a few times, as if he was actually sobbing... to have someone actually deliberately love him without any second-thoughts simply filled him with heart-breaking warmth. Of course he had to make his slave go trough a lot, but when he finally buried his pride and embraced his true self that was hiding deep within... and find out how good the liquid being could be... deep inside... Recluse had become the one that he dreamed about for so long... the one that he would share his life with...

Looking down into Alaric’s eyes, the slime took a small lick on his cheek as smiled at him.

-Your master have to show you something...

He simply added as he then gently turned his spider around and dragged him inside, keeping his sludgy arm around his waist as they eventually arrived in front of a locked, heavy wooden door. Sticking one of his dripping claws in the lock, Ozias injected some of his slime into it as he hardened it and twisted it open. He then reached for the golden knob as the door opened and pulled on a string which lit a light bulb, revealing what was hiding inside.

In the large room was countless clothing, all of them carefully displayed either on hangers or properly folded and stacked one over the others by categories. There was literally hundreds of different type of garments, both for women and men... some of them of average quality and some other made by highly-skilled and renowned tailors. There was also a ton of wallets, shoes, sunglasses and other accessories... and obviously, in a chest, a mountain of jewelry such earring, ring, necklaces, amulets and the like, some of silver, other of gold... there was sapphire, rubies, diamonds, emeralds... everything.

-This is my... treasure room. Where I store the things I’ve stolen and keep whatever objects, clothing and other belongings from the lucky chosen ones I have absorbed completely and definitively in the pass.

Ozias then smiled at Recluse as his hand wiggled in his fuzz.

-My little slave spider deserves only what’s best...

He added as he then gestured to the mirror on the wall and pulled back his arm from around his pet’s waist.

-Go ahead... once you’re ready, we’ll be on our way.

One could never quite understand the true meaning of a hug till it was shared with someone so dear. The moment the spider had fallen into the hug he felt uplifted, at home. Recalling a time when people could actually bear the thought of touching him when his animalistic traits were shown. Well, person. That felt like ages ago... but all that pain didn't matter when he was curled up in the moment, in the arms of his master. Overlooking what he felt were sobs, no reasons to point them out when he himself shead a tear or two.. hugging the ooze tighter, letting him feel how his heart pounded so hastily in his chest. Offering the warmth the slime lizard lacked. Ozias could have it all. He could only guess how long the ooze had been alone.. and how much harder physical contact would have been. At least the hybrid could mask his traits sometimes... but that didn't matter anymore. There was a connection they shared now, a purpose the spider felt he had, to make his partner happy.

Recluse narrowed his eyes, curious of what his lover had to share. Being lead inside, though usually he would have opposed such a thing. When the lock was parted and the doors swung open he just couldn't believe his eyes! This was the spiders dream room! Thought perhaps he had been living the life of a hermit for so long... it didn't mean he never wished for finer things in life! He could pass up large houses, fancy dinners and parties with rich figureheads. What he longed for was their style, the grace that came with well put together clothing! Not all of the collection was fine garments but enough that made the half bug swoon. He could marvel at works done by masters, be in aww-gasm over every detail and hand crafted stitching. Picking up a high collared robe, black and laced in gold thread and gold trimming. The thing must have cost a fortune and belonged to a noble man in the least! Fingers tracing over the embroidery to save it to memory. A master tailor could admire another masters work.

Picking out a pair of pants that had to go with it. The material the same and design, flawless, matched in the symbol it bore. A white and gold koi on the pant leg to match the one on the back of the robe. Slipping the robe on first before removing his pents without any hesitation this time. Not minding if the reptile was watching. Sliding on the pants and tying them in place while he fastened the material latches in place. There was always a reason he loved gold. The color only heightened his already sensual features to the point it nearly made his dark olive skin glow. Pulling his hair out and letting it fan around his back and fall to the floor like an ivory waterfall. Oh there was so much more he wanted to go through but he didn't want to waste his Masters time... plus he had more self control then that! Of course he could go all girls over the rest of the clothing later if Ozias permitted. And oh he so will continue this awe-gasm later.

Picking out a pair of equally black shoes to match, looking more like he was ready for a night on the town rather then a simple trip to market. Smoothing out his long, flowing hair as he greeted his master with a wide smile and bright violet eyes. His fangs hidden from view, wrapped up tight in his silk to at least cover the ebony in his fangs.

"Does Master approve?" It was this or that black dress he was eying. No, seriously... Alaric might have the figure to pull it off!

The ooze smirked as he watched his spider shuffle trough all his stuff. Alaric's eyes were literally lit with excitement! Leaning against the wall, the slime creature crossed his arms and simply looked at him, pulling various types of clothing out of the drawers and hangers that seemed to have picked his attention. Putting all of those aside, he then began to try them on, one by one, watching himself in the mirror, adjusting them, making sure he fitted perfectly in them. Ozias also couldn’t help but notice how willingly he pulled those pants down in front of him as he went to try on different pairs, he didn’t even hesitate a second, as if he knew him all his life... and my oh my... what a show that was! Instinctively, the sludge lizard’s tongue began to ooze out between his lips as his eyes narrowed... such a sexy thing he was... Of course there wasn’t just that about him... but boy was it hard to get around it!

As he searched through his belongings, the liquid being couldn’t help but notice Recluse hesitate at the sight of more... feminine clothing. Obviously he wanted to pull those off their hangers and take a better look at them, especially the last ones on the left that he eyed since the very beginning... but it would seem that something was holding him of actually reaching out for one of them. Surely because only women were supposed to wear those but... who cared? Alaric definitely had the body, visage and built to wear such cloths. He obviously lacked in the breast department, but even if some dresses wouldn’t fit him, he also had lots of different women's kimonos bearing various types of beautiful motifs and colors that would most certainly suit him perfectly... he even had a bunch of assorted umbrellas to go with them, stored in an opened barrel in the corner of the room...

When Alaric eventually had decided on his outfit and asked him if his master was please by what he saw, Ozias couldn’t help but chuckle... Of course he was... he always would be! The slime creature then dropped his hand on his shoulders as he then gently dragged him in front of the mirror.

-What a silly question this is... my little Recluse will always look perfect! As long as you remain yourself...

He added as he then turned around and gestured at the women clothing section.

-I couldn’t help but notice how much you seemed to hesitate in front of those... Are you sure you didn’t want to try some of them out?

His hands then rested once more on his pet’s shoulder and they began to slide down on his sides until they reached his hips.

-You definitely have the curves needed... so why hold back?

The spider had hoped he picked right, knowing he had taken well over an hour in sorting, picking and choosing the right outfit to wear that was both pleasing to himself and his Master. Very much enjoying the regal and manliness to it all. Having an idea, thought, that throughout his little fashion show the sludge lizard was enjoying himself just fine. Noticing the faces the one made, the way he watched him... maybe at times the spider purposefully showed off... and posed. But in the end, with his outfit smoothed out, he thought they were done. When he was pulled infront of the mirror to look at himself he felt he was dressed perfectly! Well, by the hybrids standards. Put at ease when Ozias mentioned how he looked good... so long as he was try to himself.

What irked the spider more then humans calling him a freak and monster was being mistaken for a woman... which happened more often then not. It was pure patience that kept Alaric from saying anything and simply taking the shame. When Ozias so easily picked up on the spiders obvious physical attributes and their more feminine charm a red hot flush came to the spiders cheeks. Mouth moving to form words that he could not voice, eyes cast down. So what if he thought about it, that didn't mean it was a good idea. Or even a sane one! But urged to look at the womens elegant material, a dark little secret, admiring the fine woven apparel. Hating the obvious. "And you... would know about my curves hmm?" Trying to sound like a smart ass but barely able to let the words out in a whisper.

Well... if his Master thought it would be suiting then Recluse had no room to argue. Stepping away from the slimes muddy grip he began to strip out of his clothing again. Hanging it up, showing some learned manners in the way he handled the clothing with care and delicate hands. Hesitating again when he faced the kimonos and gowns. His own robes he made were in similar fashion but these were actually meant for women to wear and be admired in. Finding something in pink first, running his hands over the soft embroidery. Trying it on before shuffling through a few more. Feeling terribly awkward when it came to trying on actual dresses and assorted accessories. What he loathed the most... was how well it could fit his lithe but muscular body. And the fact that this was making his heart thump wildly in his chest. Was it wrong to feel like this?

...was it wrong to be so aroused over something as lowly as dressing in drag and amusing his lover?

Slipping on the thin strings of the latest dress. A velvety black one with a steep cut v in the front and laced in the back. Picturing the looks and imagining the murmurs he would get if he tried wearing this in public... yeah maybe not the best. He had already had problems before when he tried wearing something girly, hell even his normal robes got him unwanted attention. Staring at himself hard in the mirror, arms crossed tight over his chest. At this point it was hard to conceal the obvious... male bits of himself.. Heavily sighing, beginning to stop the material off. "I can't do this.."

Ozias watched as his spider now headed for the woman section, removing once more his clothing as he revealed his... splendid, dreamy body of his once more... was his slave teasing him? It sure as hell looked like it! The way he was taking his time removing those... those poses. The sludge lizard couldn’t help but murr at the sight of it all, he had trained his slave well! And all this in a single day... But he knew from the beginning that deep inside, that’s what he was asking for, he only made him step out of the closet! Yes, that’s it... Just a little push and “motivation” is all he needed to free himself from those invisible chains that hid his true identity...

Ozias then looked as Recluse pulled out this black robe... Hmm. Already he could tell what would be the results by looking at the slack “breast” section of the robe. Of course Alaric would have the curves, hips and slimness required for it... but obviously he wouldn’t be able to fill those two cups, which would give a less-than-impressive end result. At the end, the liquid being simply brought his right hand under his chin as he rubbed it, shaking his head slightly, in disagreement with what he was seeing. Such a shame it wouldn’t fit him on the chest level... because the rest looked just perfect! When the hybrid looked at himself in the mirror, he too seemed to understand what was the issue as he sighed and called it quit.

-Oh don’t be silly... It’s not because one robe made for those who have an obsession for over-sized boobs won’t fit you that you should already give up. Let’s see now... If I remember correctly, there was this one kimono I took a while ago... Where is it...

He added as he then took a few steps and began shuffling trough the robes... nope, not there. Ah yes! Now he remembered. Going left, Ozias reached for a knob that was sticking out of the wall and twist it as the hidden door opened, revealing more... expensive and very high-quality clothing and jewelry on displays. Reaching for a cardboard box, the ooze creature pulled out a kimono which he unfolded in front of Alaric.

-I believe this would be more... suiting. The color matches your eyes! And it will show off those sublime legs of yours...

He added as he smirked.

-I even have the getas and the umbrella to go with it if you want... and the purse too I think...

Recluse was ready to give up at this point. Uncomfortable about all of this. Wasn't it enough to have the poor spider give in to the fact he enjoyed being a slave to the ooze but now he had to admit how well womens clothing suited him and his dark obsession over such things? When it was obvious the dress was all wrong Alaric was quick to remove it. He didn't need to be made fun of any more then what was plainly obvious. A quick glance in the mirror didn't soften the blow. Frowning, putting the dress away as Ozias searched for the outfit he felt would make the hybrid change his mind about dressing in drag.

"Do you really want me going out... like... that.." His voice trailing off when he watched the reptilian slime pull out his secret stash of clothing. And he thought these clothes were good! The ones Ozias was holding out on him made the arachnids eyes sparkle and even a heart or two bubble over his head. Reaching out to take the clothing from his Master, pulling it against his chest before nuzzling the material. Aching to try it on and hoping it fit him! Oh Gods... if his mother was still alive today what would she think of her crossbred, enslaved, crossdressing son.. Nonetheless Recluse slipped the material on... and it fit like a glove. It hugged him perfectly and the snugness in the chest area only added to the illusion something was there... and of course his legs were well exposed. A first for the spider. Used to his silk pants and otherwise long clothing. Posing a bit in the mirror, forced to confront the facts... he looked fucking amazing!

"Where are the getas? Do you have any fans?" If he was going to dress like this he might as well finish the rest with the finer details. Ruffling through the assorted shoes and umbrellas. Knowing after this day things just wouldn't be 'normal' anymore... or well as normal as they had been.. In the end the spider had done himself up enough to pass for any of the fair women in town... and perhaps it would be better off? Then maybe any public display of affection wouldn't be looked down upon between a woman and her... boyfriend... when did he fall into this spiraling madness? Alaric couldn't say... he just knew he was enjoying this.

Turning to his Master, beaming a wide and lustrous smile. Leaning forward into his lovers chest, arms wrapping around the slimes neck. Leaning up to plant a soft kiss on the sludge lizards lips. His skin flushed bright, by now it was hard to stay in control of his own physical desire. Fingers flexing in the cool goo. "Are you really going to let me walk around like this?"

Ozias knew Recluse would’ve changed his mind at the sight of such a piece of art. He himself didn’t quite have a fashion taste… or a real interest to crossdress himself up... but he knew when something was pretty and worth something, hence why he kept it secure in his more “secret” stash. Letting the spider take the robe, the liquid being watched with joy as his now enthusiastic slave threw himself once more in front of the mirror to try out the fancy kimono. Half way through it that the goo lizard already knew the colors would simply match him perfectly... now the only thing he hoped was for this thing the proper size... and it was! Looking as Alaric turned himself around and made the final adjustment, Ozias simply couldn’t believe how splendid he looked in it. The robe itself didn’t had to many unnecessary details, avoiding that classic “to much is like not enough” issue... but yet, would stand out of the lot quite easily... and the colors the kimono bared somehow reflected Recluse’s inner self and personality perfectly... He couldn’t really explain how, but it did!

The sludge creature then looked at his companion as he went toward him, bearing a smile that inspired well-being and happiness, which automatically made him grin in return as his mate dropped himself on him, lassoing his arms around his neck, hugging him. Ozias immediately wrapped his own sludgy limbs around his back as he squeezed him, sinking him slightly in his muddy substance as he could feel Recluse’s fingers wiggling in his slime. Glaring down, he was immediately greeted with a sudden kiss that made his eyes blink a couple of times, surprised. It didn’t take him long before he immediately kissed him back as their lips then pared shortly after... His spider had something to say...

-Why on earth wouldn’t I? You look gorgeous in such clothing... it fits you like a glove! And most importantly... you look like yourself. That’s what counts the most at my eyes.

He added, trying to sound confident. Ozias then gave him a short lick on his cheek as he gently turned and brought Recluse next to the secret stash and pulled out a paper bag as he emptied its content on the drawer chest right next to them, revealing many accessories such as a pair of black, silver tribal’d getas, an assorted fan that matched the kimono’s motifs, two onyx assorted bracelets, a silver necklace of beaded amethysts as well as a few plain pure silver rings and earring.

-So here are the getas and the fan... as well as some other accessories...

He added as he held the fan and unfolded it, smirking at him.

-...take what you want...

Did he had to make this plainly obvious to the slime too? Wanting to show Ozias just how much he appreciated him and his generosity. Wishing the ooze would oblige to his mental imagery of having his Master take advantage of the moment. At least wishing the kiss would last longer and his constant impulsive arousal would go down. Not needing any more convincing to know he looked good... wanting that fan! When the rest of the matching peices of the outfit were shown Recluse showed no interest in the jewelery. The shoes and the fan would be enough for him... maybe an umbrella, but that was enough! Surely the spiders master didn't want to have a female trailing behind him... earrings and bracelets were over doing the style he already had.

"I... think i'll pass on the jewelery.. it'll ruin the perfection."

Alaric was in it for the clothes not the expensive and somewhat gaudy gems and jewels. It would draw away from what he wanted to show off more, his figure. But damn the shoes were nice but not sure of the fit. Trying them on nonetheless. Looking at himself for the last time, utterly embarrassed... "This.. is a one time thing." He warned the slime. Playing with the fan, folding it and un folding it so he could only see his eyes. Amused by the though of having someone hit on him looking like this. Picking out an umbrella to match. "I'm ready when you are.." One last smile before attempting to walk in these damn getas. At little wobbly at first but sure to get used to it.. only hoping Ozias wouldn't make a big deal out of it... or even worse, out him in public! No, his Master wouldn't be that cruel!

Promising to clean up the mess when they returned, anxious to see what kind of attention he could get out of this look. More then ready to take on the world... in drag. And having no real clue where they were heading he left his fate in Ozias cool, sludgy hands.

Ozias nodded as Recluse took what he had to take; he couldn’t agree more with his statement. Too much would spoil the whole thing... he had offered him those out of good manner but also hoped he wouldn’t take too many of them... he didn’t want to turn him into a Barbie doll either. He still was a man, after all... and his slave. He had to be worthy not only of his eyes but others too!

Looking at Alaric putting on the getas, the ooze creature somehow had this feeling he wouldn’t be quite used to those just yet... and seeing him wobbling around, trying to get a feel for them, the liquid being just hoped he would get the hang of it eventually... if not he could always wear regular black sandals... he didn’t care about footwear much, no one looked at those anyway.

-Good thing those aren’t getas with a single block... you would’ve already crashed through the wall.

He added with a hint of amusement, obviously taking this with a grain of salt. Two even. Turning around as he shuffled trough his stuff, pulling out a pair of plain wooden getas with a single centered block underneath... nearly half a foot long. He then showed those things to the hybrid, gesturing at them as he raised an eyebrow.

-I mean... how can someone even wear such things and walk naturally?

Staring at them for a few more seconds, Ozias smirked as he unglued his left oozing “foot” off the ground, fitting it inside it as he then put his sludgy hand against the drawer chest, giving himself balance as he fitted the next one. After this, the goo let go of his makeshift ramp, now balancing himself on the two silly wooden sandals, his tail wagging as it tried to stabilize him.

-Why did I even take those things... I don’t even remember...

He added as he took his first step, doing well at not face planting just yet... then the next step... so far so good! Of course right now he was slow as a turtle and looked like a clown in the making, but at least he was walking! ... Kinda. Ozias never had the opportunity to practice balance before... he only had been a ninja for 2 years before “it” happened... then he just found that gluing himself to whatever surface he was standing on much simpler and easier.

-Heh... I think I’m...

The ooze then took a few more steps...

-Getting the han- oshit!

Tripping on the uneven surface of the wooden floor, Ozias literally fell face first in front of him, making a *SPLOTCH!* upon impact as the upper half of his body was now splattered against the ground and a small section of the wall. His head, as well as half of his torso was now slurring in a formless puddle as only his kneeled legs, tail and butt were sticking out.

"You are a very strange reptilian ooze." Recluse shook his head at Ozias but he had to be amused by how the slime was showing the spider just how awkward the shoes were. It wasn't as if he really needed a live show... but it was nice to see the gooey being show some similar interest in the arachnids choice of clothing. "You really don't have to do this.." The more his Master began to wobble on those damn scary getas the further he worried for his safety... of course that was a silly thing! There was no bone or flesh that could have been hurt should the slime take a tumble..

"Ah-.. watch out!" It was too late. Not as agile in this getup as Ozias was in those shoes! Missing his chance to catch the tumbling lizard and could only watch as he went face first into the ground and his very upperbody loose itself all over the floor and wall. The initial shock had the spider rushing to the ooze's side, nudging him to see if he was ok. Putting the fan and umbrella aside, kneeling at his Masters side. It came as no surprise the muddy sludge began to reform itself... but Alaric couldn't deny that the ooze was in a very... compromising position to say the least. His violet eyes narrowed licking his lips... come on, this was like an open invitation!

He never had a chance to be the one on top... and slipping right into that cool, dripping slime was just too good to pass up. Just because he was dressed as a woman didn't mean he was incapable of showing off his more primal, male side. Still in a simi aroused state from all that modeling... now seeing his Master rather indisposed like this only drew him in to do something stupid. His hand sliding down over what could be called the beings 'thigh', fingers wiggling in the slushing ooze... cursing himself he pulled back. He couldn't ruin his outfit afterall trying to mount the dripping, slime lizard! But damnit.. he wanted to be taken advantage of!

...maybe he could give the ooze a bit of a push? Pulling the getas that were still tuck to Ozias' feet up and out of the goo. Hands sliding over the quivering, slick surface of his lovers 'legs'. "Can you get up?" Going as far as to move his hand further along till the tips of his fingers ran over his ass and curled up along his tail.

Oh well… That what you get for walking around like a buffoon with silly, oversized wooden footwear... Pfft... footwear, he didn’t even needed such! His oozing, formless feet were so much comfortable that any pair of shoes there could be in the world! He could be standing on spikes that he wouldn’t even mind! That was one of the many pluses of being like he was... you feel so comfy wherever you’re standing, sitting or sleeping! Even in this position right now, Ozias wasn’t really feeling uncomfortable... awkward though? Maybe more so... After his “incident” years ago, finding himself locked permanently in such a form, most would’ve cry foul and jump down a cliff... but not him! On the contrary... he actually saw potential! The bad things his new form procured were nothing compared to the mountain of cool things he could now, like this! Too bad his village had to go in a riot because of that. Tsk... the fools.

Beginning to gather himself as he began to reform, Ozias could hear his slave apparently worrying for his condition... a silly question really, but who could blame him? He even asked if he could help him... get... up... what was Alaric doing all of the sudden? His hand was actually touching him in rather “near-private areas”! Ohhh... so his slave was taking the opportunity to actually “explore” his master’s behind? That kinky little spider... he liked that. Wrapping his long tail around him, the sludge lizard immediately reformed himself as his body shifted side, his back now his front and vice-versa as he tilted his slave backward, the ooze slurring under him and his gooey paws applied pressure on his shoulders, preventing him from holding himself as his back landed on the floor. The liquid being’s body was fully on top of the spider as he glared down at him, his eyes narrowed, dominant, his long tongue oozing out of his dripping maw.

-You’re playing with fire, Recluse...

Infiltrating his slime under his kimono, the cool goo caressed his bare fuzzy chest as it worked its way up, out by the V collar, pouring over his shoulder as the liquid climbed on the side of his head, caressing his hair...

-Punishment should be down the line right now... but since you were smart enough not to explore too far and that we were just about to go out...

The lizard dropped his cool tongue on his neck as he then licked him over his chin, lips, nose and forehead...

-You shall be spared... for now.

He finished with a devious smile as he slowly began to unglue himself off him, making sure not to leave any trace of slime behind, like he always did, his Kimono completely dry and still clean as before. As he got himself back up, the ooze pulled his partner up on his feet as he lifted him with his tail. Ozias then turned himself around as he pulled out one of his black monk robes off one of the many hooks that were on the wall; this one was triball’d with some thin silver trims and motifs here and there to avoid the plainness... as well as a silver-ish cloth belt to go with it. He almost never wore that one but today was a special day, after all!

-After you, mister daredevil...

He added with a smirk as he gestured toward the open door.

The spider had hoped to get further then he had... really! His fingers were just a slip away from dipping into places unknown. Wishing he had just another minute! The slime always felt so good under his fingertips and how it gushed under his grip. So close to the good part he was suddenly yanked away... being forced onto his back as the slime turned to face him. That was a rather neat trick... turning himself forwards and backwards at will. Damn, guess that meant no surprises for his Master.. Staring up into the narrow, furious eyes of the reptilian ooze. Heart thumping in his chest, Alaric almost expected to be 'punished' and in fact he craved it. Anything to stop that constant ache..

Giving Ozias a sheepish smile, cheecks flushed red. Biting back a startled gasp at the slime crept up his kimono and slide so smoothly over his torso and sensitive chest. If only the sludge being could see what else was willing to be caressed beneath the violet colored cloth... actually having the gall to huff when he didn't get his satisfaction. What sick and twisted being would want to be molested by an ooze while in womens clothing? Well this spider certainly did! Closing his eyes as that long, dripping tongue slid across his face...

"I'd rather play with something else." He muttered sourly under his breath. Taking his partners hold as he helped him to his feet. Still not going to be used to these damn shoes! Overlooking the threat of punishment. That was kinda what he was after anyway.. picking up his discarded umbrella and fan. He was going to be needing those, he felt. Turning to the opened door, he would have commented on how gentleman like Ozias was but he didn't want to feed the delusions of a, none existent, womanhood. He still had some manly pride... yeah who was he kidding? Opening his fan he gave the oozing beast a suggestive glance instead and headed out.

Recluse had no idea where they were and left it up to his Master to lead them. Sucking up the humility and adjusting to the role his kimono presented. Of course this trip would be he'll in these damn shoes!