In my time of working to bring others' fantasies to life, I judge not their desires or wants. Everyone has something unique about them, and each client I bring on shows me more variety. Despite living as long as I have, there exist fantasies and pleasures I have yet to comprehend. One such occasion crossed my path just the other night.

A client came to me wishing to be a voyeur of a certain scene involving, what he referred to as "slime peril." I had heard both of those words before, but never used together, so more research had to be done. A quick massage of his temples told me the goal I was looking to achieve. I saw in his mind a beautiful lady absolutely dripping in viscus material, screaming as if the substance was causing her a great deal of pain. It kept covering her until there was nothing left, and it was then I knew what I had to do.

Once the client was comfortable, I discarded my snug outfit and got to work. From above me, I conjured up a mass of goo that I believed could overwhelm me quite easily over time, letting it slowly ooze and drip down over me. At first, I acted surprised as the sludge dribbled upon my naked form, rolling down my body until it piled up onto the floor. More of the goo began to build up, and try as I might to keep it from embracing me, it continued to coat my fur. The feeling was strange, but not at all unpleasant, I must admit: slightly wet, but comforting at the same time. I took note of the sensation, but had to remind myself of what the client wanted. My eyes grew wide and I began to cry out as if the substance falling upon me was causing me great discomfort. "A-ah! What is this stuff? It hurts! Someone, help! Why are you just sitting there?! Help me! I can't get it off!" My cries filled lair, and from the look on my client's face, the efforts seemed to be paying off. I could feel his climax soon approaching, but I was not without a surprise or two.

Using my shape-shifting abilities, I let my own form merge with the slime, making it appear that I was literally melting into the gooey mess that had captured me. Soon, I was nothing more than a bulbous, undulating mass of gel, which I could tell surprised him. The surprises continued as I rolled myself over to him and helped finish him off. His unsure fear turned to elation when I coaxed his climax from him, drinking up his spent sexual energy much like my for was doing to his seed.

The client paid me handsomely for my work, and I bid him a good night when he left my lair. It astonished me that he had asked for something I had never done before, but I would make a note to explore more of this...slime peril in the future. Perhaps a quick search on the world wide web would tell me more...

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