Bonus Microfic! (Comissioned Sequel)

Hey folks!

Did you know I do commissions sometimes? It's an extremely well kept secret. Anyway, thanks to longtime patron Alyssa Harder, today I'm serving up the threequel to the classic story about getting magical hrt from your cute slimegirl roommate and then actually kinda falling in love with her.

Since this is a commission, it's a public post, so feel free to share it around with your non-patron-slime-loving friends! And as a special treat, I've made part 1 and 2 public too! I always liked em, so I hope some new folks get to check em out.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

~Benn {Doomgender} Ends

Part 1 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/41171507 

Part2 - https://www.patreon.com/posts/53334823 

Part 3 CW:

• Slimegirl/human
• Various monster cameos
• Meeting your gf’s intimidating best friend
• Bar/alcohol/drinking contest
• Relationship talk
• Some light making out

~3680 words

~~~~~

The sign for Level ??? flickers to life as you approach.

It’s sunset and you’re coming straight from work, so you don’t feel at all emotionally prepared for this.

That’s not the bar’s fault.

Level ??? is frequented almost exclusively by nonhumans, but human partners get a pass if they’re cool. Mirebelle brings you here occasionally, and the staff and regulars know you’re not a weirdo. Nice bunch when you get to know them, so long as you can get used to a higher than average number of jokes about wanting to eat you.

No, the reason you’re so nervous is the reason you’re coming here today. Mire’s best friend from the city she lived in before she moved in with you is in town for a few days on business, and she’s been talking about it nonstop.

You lean up against the wall outside for a minute to steady yourself.

Bathos. She’s a slime too, though she’s apparently lemon lime flavored. You feel a little awkward knowing that. Mirebelle talks about her a lot, so you know enough about her that it could be weird. Plus, who knows what Mire’s told her about you?? Oh geez, you didn’t think about that. Your face goes a little pale.

Casually, you peek in the window to see if you can spot them. Yup. There there’s Mire in her raincoat, tights, and a little backpack, still hanging out at the front bar. Next to her is a tall green slime wearing.. a latex top and black jeans? Oh, it must be a bodysuit and she’s wearing jean’s over the bottom part? No shirt on top though. Slime fashion is baffling to you, but they always look like they’re having fun.

Bathos leans over to Mirebelle and whispers something in her ear. They both laugh. You wonder what they’re saying, but Mirebelle turns her head and locks eyes with you. She’s got an amused expression and waves. Oops. Caught. You sheepishly wave back, then move away from the window.

Deep breath. It’ll be fine. Who cares if Bathos threw Mirebelle’s ex into a river. She sounded awful. You’re not awful. Therefore, Bathos will not throw you into a river. And the nearest river is two miles away anyway.

Before you head in, you say hi to the bouncer, a werewolf named Sarah. Full moon’s not for another week, but she’s already getting fluffy.

The music isn’t *only* boss fight theme remixes, but it mostly is. The bar itself is such a big, strange space. The door is enormous, and the ceilings are probably 50 feet, more than warehouse sized. It’s owned by a woman named Elexi, a sphinx who might bump her head on the ceiling if she stood up on her back legs. She tends bar on weekdays. You wave to her, and she raises a big paw in response, before carefully pushing up her glasses and going back to mixing a drink.

The bar has a modest crowd of all different species. You count, one other human, who looks as nervous as you. She’s sitting next to a centaur girl in a flowery dress you don’t recognize, maybe out of towners?

Mirebelle squishes her face against yours when you get to her, her effervescent pink body wiggling happily. 

“You having a good time Mire?”

She nods and kisses your face a couple times.

“I’ve been keeping her entertained.”

You look over, then up at Bathos, who’s easily twice Mirebelle’s size in both height and width. You come up to her chest, barely. Slimes can modulate their density, but most you’ve seen tend to keep themselves small. Bathos must be in the ‘I stand out already, why not double down’ school of presentation. As for her voice, you’re not surprised. You found out pretty quickly after Mirebelle started dragging you out more that being non-vocal isn’t a slime thing, it’s a Mirebelle thing

You introduce yourself.

“It’s nice to finally meet the legend,” she laughs, grabbing both your hands and shaking them wildly. Her gloved hands are huge, but also, they feel unusually.. Solid. You consider that she may actually be such a high density that she can’t force herself to be any smaller than what you see. If that’s the case she could probably expand to completely fill a mid sized room if she felt like it.

“Oh, I’m nobody special, just some weirdo Mirebelle puts up with.”

Bathos leans over to look you in the eye.

“Don’t sell yourself short kid. I’m an excellent judge of character, unlike lil Bellbell. I think she finally lucked into someone good.”

Mirebelle punches Bathos’ arm, which gives you the impression of a kitten batting at a horse, then signs furiously.

[Shut up Bath, I can judge character just fine]

She turns to you and waggles a finger.

[And don’t you get any ideas about nicknames. I only put up with Bath calling me that because she’s beaten me every time I tried to fight her over it]

Bath laughs, a rich sound that immediately makes you smile.

“Let’s get a booth and a drink and get acquainted how about?”

Most of the seating in Level ??? is these modular booths pieces, with a few spread out tables with chairs. Elexi makes it a point to be as accommodating as possible to species that can’t control their sizes. Slimes have density control, dragons and chimera can both change to pseudo-human forms, but centaurs are monoform, werewolf size is involuntary and tied to the moon, and sphinxes, as rare as they are, can sometimes reach a hundred feet if they stretch on the tips of their paws. Elexi said once that if she ever met another of her species and couldn’t fit them in for a drink, she’d never forgive herself. So, there’s a lot of ways the space can be arranged or rearranged to fit in people of all sizes. There’s even a roped off raised section with tiny tables for pixies and such.

Mirebelle and Bathos arrange the booth, and you get sent to grab drinks. You get the feeling you’ll be doing this a lot tonight. Bathos made a joke about drinking Mirebelle under the table and Mire immediately bristled at her. You sigh.

“Feeling okay love?”

Elexi’s voice is surprisingly quiet, but always audible when you’re talking to her.

“Oh I’m fine! My party is just a handful.”

You smile. Honestly, nerves aside, it’s going way better than you worried.

“More than a handful for a little thing like yourself, I’d say. What do you need?”

You fumble for the paper you wrote things down on.

“I need a, um. Star Cherry Cosmosdrop with extra syrup, a cider, and, ah, ‘whatever the biggest bottle of tequila you have’ is. Two of those. And a stack of shot glasses”

You look back at where you left the two of them. They’ve moved on to arm wrestling, it seems. Mirebelle is using both arms and Bathos is laughing. After a moment of enjoying her struggling, Bathos puts some strength into it and Mirebelle flies out of the booth like a plastic bag in the ind. You snicker, collect the drinks, and head back.

~~~~

You’re sipping your second drink, bemused, as the drinking contest continues. Mirebelle has had enough tequila at this point that her bright pink coloration is getting a little diluted.  You’ve never actually seen her like, actually kinda drunk before. She could drink you under the table easily if you were willing to play that game anymore. But is seems she’s met her match.

Bathos takes a swig directly from the bottle. The two of them are on their fourth… you’d call it a jug more than a bottle, but she’s been keeping one on the side and sipping it in between shots, to Mirebelle’s endless frustration.

Mire flops against you affectionately, giving you a sloppy cheek kiss. She started directly between you and Bathos, but has been slowly moving over until she’s nearly sitting in your lap. The pda is a little embarrassing still, but mostly you just think it’s cute.

She holds up one wavering hand in front of your face and signs [love you] over and over again.

“You take another shot you’re gonna be out like a light Bellbell.”

Bathos leans forward onto the table, smirking.

With great effort, Mirebelle mushes herself upright, still plastered against you. [Not likely,] you think she’s signing. [I’ve got you on the ropes.] You sigh quietly as she moves. Her raincoat got ruffled and the gap above her thigh highs got pressed against your pants, and she’s soaked into the fabric a little. It’s not easy to get them clean, but at the very least you always bring spare clothes when you’re planning an outing with Mirebelle in case this exact thing happens.

Bathos pours another couple of shots. She gestures at you.

“Sure you don’t want in? I’m on the ropes apparently.”

You laugh and wave your one free hand. Mirebelle was holding your other hand but now you’re sunk in to the elbow and she seems to have no intention of letting you go free. Her head flops against your chest, which is still a little sore.

“I’m smart enough to know when I’m outclassed. Like, I’m human, so I’d die of alcohol poisoning while you were warming up.”

Bathos seems ammused, and sets down the shot in front of Mirebelle. She raises hers, but Mire doesn’t move.

“Bellbell?”

“Mire,” you say softly. She doesn’t budge, just breathes softly while ruining one of your work button ups.

“Babe, I’m never gonna get the pink out of this shirt..”

She moves her mouth soundlessly and cuddles into you a little closer. You roll your eyes and smile as Bathos laughs.

“Nothing but talk right to the end, that girl.”

She drains her shot, then grabs the one she poured for Mire.

“Great timing though, I’m really needed a different taste. I’m gonna grab a soda, you want anything?”

“I’m good for now, thanks.”

You check your phone, which was mercifully in your right side pocket, not the side Mire is currently settled against. She’s holding her shape remarkably well. Maybe sleeping while wearing clothes subconsciously reminds her she can’t just puddle out like she does at home.

Bathos returns with a case of LEMON DEATH FRUIT energy drinks. She grabs one and you pick one up to look at the label.

“Um, Bathos, there’s still a lot I don’t know about slime physiology, but is it really safe for you to drink, what does this say, ‘the worlds most chemically altered energy drink’ after having so much alcohol?”

She considers this as she sips.

“You know, I never really thought of that.”

“Um.”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Caffeine doesn’t really affect us.”

“Oh. Why not?”

“It’s not sugar.”

“And alcohol.. Is sugar?”

“It’s sweet isn’t it?”

“Um, sometimes?”

Bathos laughs.

“You’re the kind of human who overthinks it all a little huh?”

You pat Mirebelle’s head as she shifts slightly.

“Maybe a little. Sorry if it’s annoying.”

“You’re genuine, and I appreciate it. It’s not like you’re badgering me about cultural differences, me and Bellbell have a completely different body chemistry from you. You want to understand as best you can.”

“I guess, yeah.”

You take a sip of your drink, and look out at the now-crowded bar. It looks like some kind of work afterparty going on by the back bar, a bunch of dragons in suits are toasting. You’re not really sure what to talk about with Bathos alone, the two of them had mostly been trading stories.

“So, we should probably wake Mire up before she gets too deep and get her home then?”

Bathos shakes her head.

“Oh no, let her sleep a while. This was all part of my brilliant plan anyway.”

“Plan.”

Bathos reaches over the table and pokes Mirebelle’s cheek, which jiggles softly in response. No reaction.

“I wanted to talk to you. Without Bellbell running interference.”

Uh oh.

The little seed of intimidation you’ve been ignoring all night sprouts suddenly.

“Hey don’t get that freaked out look. I wanna chat, not threaten you.”

“Right.”

She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Are you nervous because I could dunk you through a basketball hoop, or because I’m Bellbell’s friend?”

“I mean, if I’m being totally honest it’s a little of both.”

She pats your head, ruffling your hair a little.

“Well if you’re worried about me testing you to see if you’re good enough for her, don’t be. You already passed.”

“O-oh?”

A big grin splits her face.

“I already thought you were different just from the way she talked about you. If I thought you were another troublemaker, I’d a flown out way sooner to kick your ass into the sun. Mirebelle’s been in some bad situations before, so I’m a little protective.”

I nod, nibbling on a cookie I brought from work.

“Mire’s not really talked about it much.”

“She’ll tell you when she’s ready, I’m sure.”

You share a quiet moment, and Bathos cracks open another one of her drinks. You wrinkle your nose.

“Bathos, I can smell it from over here, and it smells like a two in one lighter fluid/floor cleaner.”

“That’s why I like it!”

Mirebelle has been slowly sliding down your chest, and now flops down with her head in your lap without the slightest indication of consciousness. 

“So, Bathos. If you aren’t testing me.. What did you want to talk about?”

She waves to another slime passing by, blue and butch looking.

“Well, I know you’re a nervous little thing, and Bellbell can be evasive, so I wanted to see if you had any questions. You know, about dating a slime.”

“Oh!”

You roll it over in your head.

“I’m not really sure? I don’t think I know everything, but me and Mire have been pretty good about talking things out as they come up?”

She leans back and listens.

“Well, that’s a good sign then. I dated a human a while back, and things didn’t work out great for us, mostly cuz she didn’t really seem interested in me past the, you know. Novelty.”

You manage not to blush, probably.

“I’m serious about Mirebelle. She’s important to me.”

“I know! So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna give me your phone. I’m gonna put my number in. And if you do have any questions you’d feel weird asking Bellbell about, you’ve got a friend who might be able to help.”

You feel really light after she says that. You really weren’t sure what to expect from tonight, but somehow it turned out better than you could have thought.

“You’re really a sweetheart, you know that?”

Bathos frowns and points at you over her drink.

“You stop that or I’ll reconsider the whole thing and throw you out a window or something.”

“Okay okay.”

She gets a wicked grin on your face that makes you nervous. She gets a little louder as she talks.

“You sure you don’t wanna learn any slime facts today? Cuz I can tell you allll about the eggs if you’re curious.”

“E-eh? Egg- what”

“You know, slime breeding? Belly full of eggs? Humans love that stuff right? It’s all my ex used to ask me about.”

Your face is bright red and you’re waving your arms and you notice a pair of succubi at the next table snickering, which just makes it worse.

“Shush, please, I cannot handle this, I have no questions about any kind of egg. I’ll never call you nice again—”

“Ohhh, no questions? Already an expert? Bellbell must have taught you all about it already then, unless you’ve been doing some independent research online?”

Your head hits that table and you emit a quiet moan of abject horror as Bathos laughs triumphantly. After a long moment, you very quietly ask if Bathos will get you another drink.

~~~

Mirebelle stirred a few times, but never really woke up. Bathos announced that she would help carry her home, much to your relief. Carrying Mire is like trying to move a king sized memory foam mattress- heavier than it looks and so goddamn floppy. Bathos makes it look easy though, slinging Mirebelle over her shoulder effortlessly. You have to walk very close beside Bathos, half jogging to keep up. See, Mirebelle has not released your arm, and wrestling it away from her without dislocating anything while she’s asleep is next to impossible.

Other than the pacing issues, it’s a peaceful walk home. The cool air feels nice after how crowded the bar got by the time you left. It’s dark, and the streets have started to clear out a little.

You look over at Mirebelle’s sleeping face. She’s taking these quiet, even breaths. She doesn’t technically need to, but apparently the force of habit from mimicking breathing all day every day is strong enough that she even does it in her sleep.

Once you get close to your and Mirebelle’s place, Bathos speaks up again.

“You’re gonna be glued to her until morning, you know that right?”

You lift your arm and look at it, encased in pink.

“I’m okay with that. I guess I’ll have to drag a chair over or something, sleep next to her bed.”

Bathos laughs and stops walking in front of your building.

“Good luck with that. I bet you get dragged in.”

Carefully, she pulls Mirebelle off her shoulder.

“Me and Bellbell are going to the aquarium tomorrow, you wanna come?”

“Oh! I wouldn’t want to get in the way…”

“I wouldn’t invite you if I thought you were gonna be a bother! We were planning on you coming anyway, I just wanted to be sure we got along before we made more plans.”

You think about it for a second. You’re a little tired just thinking about it, but looking at some fish does sound pretty fun.

“Alright, I’ll come along.”

Bathos beams at you, and props sleeping Mirebelle against you. You manage to hold her up somehow.

“You’re a good kid, you know? I’m out, I’ve got a fancy hotel on company dime.”

“You know, as much as Mire has told me about you, I never was really clear on what you do for work?”

She grins evilly.

“Pro wrestling. I’m a heel.”

You’re suddenly struck by a vision of Bathos hitting someone with a ladder while laughing. It seems appropriate.

“Catch you tomorrow, kay? Look after Bellbell. And don’t be late!”

I wave her off, and she’s soon out of sight. It’s not until then that I have an unfortunate realization.

“How the hell do I get Mire up to the apartment on my own??”

~~~~~

It takes almost half an hour of wheedling and wrestling and pauses to catch your breath. She never even stirs.

Finally, you make it to her bedroom. If you weren’t exhausted before, you’re there now. You can barely keep your eyes open. You let out a huge yawn as you consider how to get a chair over to the bed.

When you least expect it, Mirebelle strikes.

First a kiss on your cheek.

You look down in surprise to see her looking at you with happily dazed eyes.

“Mire—”

She cuts you off with another kiss, using her tongue to muffle your surprised noises.

Then comes the second part of her plan. Her body explodes into slime tendrils that grab onto her bed and drag you down into it, grabbing and kissing and silently giggling as she traps you in her embrace. You feel your body heat up as she grabs and squeezes and licks and pulls your shirt up and touches your chest. You manage to pull yourself off her tongue to get out a few desperate gasps. You look down at Mirebelle’s face with heavily lidded eyes and— oh she’s asleep again.

You’re half submerged, and this outfit is going to need to soak for days to get it clean.You sit there a long moment, kind of stunned. You can’t help but giggle.

“You’re so cute Mire, I can’t stand it.”

You murmur some other sweet things to her, as you fall into dreams.

~~~~~

A flurry of motion wakes you up. Sunlight streams through Mirebelle’s blinds. The slime herself is wiggling wildly, signing something you can’t make out with bleary eyes.

“Mire, slow down, slow down, I have a headache.”

[Oh geez I’m so sorry I didn’t hurt you did I oh no I was so drunk I got careless your clothes, and you’re so delicate it was probably super uncomfortable to sleep here I—]

“Mire. Mire! I’m fine! Don’t sell yourself short, you’re very comfy to sleep on. Or, in, I guess. Kinda both I guess.”

You’ve never seen Mirebelle so flustered!

“Hey, is it okay that I slept in here? I hope I didn’t weird you out?”

Mirebelle blushes and shakes her head.

[No, you didn’t! I’m just worried about you. We’ve never slept in the same bed before…]

“Well, I thought it was kinda nice.”

Mirebelle has practically turned red. You didn’t know she could do that.

[Yeah, when I first woke up, it was really nice… you’re so warm… But, then I got worried.]

Still mostly trapped in slime, you do your best to wiggle over and kiss her face.

“Well, you don’t have to be worried. In fact, do you think.. I could sleep in here with you every now and then?”

Mirebelle doesn’t even hesitate.

[Yes yes yes!! I would love that!!]

You spend some time like that, holding each other. You joke about your ruined clothes, and Mire makes fun of you for having a headache after so few drinks. We’re both just happy and lazy and—

“The aquarium!” [The aquarium!!]

“Oh Bathos is gonna kill me.”

[She’s gonna kill you, damn]

“You’re late too!!”

Mirebelle laughs and pulls herself out of the bed and we race to see who can get ready fastest. You always lose for some reason. Not that you mind.

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