User blog:Ore-samma/My Parasite Slime / Slime Carrier (No Lewd) (75%wholesome) (research)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

Another one-shot for a fan!

Now allow me to preface this one, as many people can see an aspect of horror with this type of mamono.

I absolutely HATE genres that have aspects of death in it, or can even imply death. I won't state the specific types, but slimes can account for about three of them.

With this in mind, I will never allow these elements into my stories. My stories will always be wholesome, maybe tragic at times, but you will never have the spirit of any genre that involves any kind of death as a highlight.

So.... how does a parasite slime fit into this?

Well, there is this interesting comment on the Parasite Slime page =

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'' Huh, groovy, its [Parasite Slime] trapping a humans desperately pleading mind inside its body and forcing them to do things they would normally find morally horrifying, all the while being made to enjoy it as the very beliefs and traits that make them themselves slowly fade away, replaced by the brainwashing of a deluded and utterly ruthless parasite. Neato. ''

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And in truth; I absolutely agree with this notion. I despise the idea that this is the truth, and the "official" description goes too far in that direction in my opinion.

So I made my own head-cannon. Accept or reject as you like. I like my version better. Write your own if you don't like it.

All the same; I do hope that people do like it, as I try hard for myself.... but I try harder for my fans.

Thank you!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I looked at the data on the latest experiments and test runs.

It was exactly as I expected.

I wonder how my findings would be received by the science community. I looked up at the slime inside it’s containment enclosure.

“Well, we are certainly going to find out.”

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I looked at the shocked faces in the gathered group, and waited for their response after my lecture of the Carrier Slime.

One of the more prolific minds of my particular field of study stood up and crossed her arms.

“So you’re telling me that the Slime Carrier is null-sentient? How can you be so sure? What if they have a thought process and a difference of consciousness that we cannot detect by means currently available to us?”

I nodded. “Yes, Doctor Cuddy. They are null-sentient, and yes; we made every instance of detection of a thought process that is available to us. Both conventional and unconventional means.” I tapped on my remote and a holographic representation winked into view.

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“Voluntary test subject; Female, age fifty seven. Markedly obese, heavily disfigured and an amputee survivor due to damage from uncontrolled diabetes-”

“-Wait just one second, Doctor Crane!” Doctor Cuddy interrupted. “You mean to say that you took advantage and exploited a test subject that was in a vulnerable and malleable frame of mind? Promising a cure to all her physical ailments?”

I crossed my arms and waited a full ten seconds. “As I already provided to you, and all assembled, the ways in which the test subject came to the project was not only voluntary, but aggressively voluntary, and borderline violent.” I paced the stage as the gathered professionals thumbed through the material I gave. “She was literally about to swallow a slime carrier in our research building before security tackled her to the ground, and had her detained. She then brought forth a lawsuit against us for refusing to allow testing to take place on her.” I shrugged. “We lost the case, and the only judgement and compensation she demanded the courts reward her, was to be the first test subject in this research!”

“This highlights the vulnerable frame of mind of your test subject! I call your ethics into question!”

“Ah yes, about that. The person in question also sued the ethics committee for scientific testing on human subjects. She passed every physiological examination required from the courts, the ethics committee, and my own superiors.” I stood with my back turned. “May I please have your permission to continue without further interruptions?” I looked back at her defeated face.

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I nodded and cleared my throat. “As I was saying. The test subject had all the concerns that were expressed here today, and that are universally raised concerning the Slime Carrier species. Specifically, is the human mind destroyed and held prisoner against their will? Is the human mind forced to undergo an unwanted and unnatural transformation? Is this a murder of a human being? Is this a parasite that consumes an innocent life?” I shook my head. “The answer we have come to so far is a strong no. This is not the case.”

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I pressed the remote again and showed a display of thirty test subjects and their brainwave patterns.

“As you can see here, we have ten control test subjects that volunteered to be subjected to VR programs that would immensely trigger the pleasure centers of the brain. Physical gratification, emotional satisfaction, and fulfillment. You can see that the control patterns change in the same characteristics as our singular test subject for the slime carrier. The other nineteen display human women brainwave patterns that experienced voluntary monsterization, and they are distinctly unique to either circumstances.”

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I faced my crowd and crossed my arms. “By virtue of the brainwave patterns of what science considers normal monsterization, one can make the argument that in fact the Slime Carrier is the least invasive and the least changing that we can scientifically quantify with the sole exception being monsterization into a Succubus by Mamono energy alone! And even then; the difference between the two was almost nil.”

I took in a deep breath and continued. “However, my research team didn’t stop there. By use of  mindflayers, telepaths and magical thought-binding, at no time did any of these methods ever detect even the slightest notion of a different consciousness that was in sync with, competed with, or overwhelmed the original human consciousness. And indeed, these methods were used for what we call normal monsterization, as they were for our Slime Carrier subject. Just as a human woman decides to subject herself to be a Succubus, a Lamia, or whatever, her fundamental nature will change. Same as a Slime Carrier. It is the Mamono energy that drives this…. I would imagine it is the exterior presentation that makes it all so horrifying to ourselves, but somethings are harder to overcome than others. In essence; one can see the Carrier Slime as a form of coagulated mamono energy that has a form of instinctual locomotion.”

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I waited for a few moments and let out my breath with my final sentence.

“This concludes my findings. All data has been submitted for your review.”

A moderate applause sounded, and I was grateful. I motioned to Candice to step forward.

“Normally this portion would be for more questions you have for me. However, I thought it would be better served to introduce the first scientifically monitored subject monsterization for a Slime Carrier. Everyone; this is Candice Julbett!”

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A few gasps sounded through the crowd as Candice took the stage and sat on the stool I provided for her.

She smiled and waved to the crowd with her arm that was fully slime, that grew to replace her lost arm, and she crossed her left slime leg over her right normal one.

I stepped back and took in the sight. After she drank the Slime Carrier specimen, she dramatically lost weight, was able to control her secretions to replace her missing limbs, and even was able to repair the damage to her face and body. It was amazing indeed.

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I exited the stage, listening to her answer questions the community had for her, and went back to my lab and decided -fuck regulations and rules. I lit a cigarette and took a long drag. My life’s work was complete! There was no denying the findings, and my name would be remembered for a long time to come.

Before long a security guard stopped by.

“Doctor Crane? The silent fire alarm went off and- oh...” He sighed. “You know you’re not supposed to be smoking in the building.”

“Beat it, Chuck!” I said irritably. “Tonight I’m celebrating; and damned be the rules.”

He was about to say more, but stopped and walked off.

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I turned on the TV and watched as my Candice became a near-instant celebrity. She smiled and waved to the camera, the social media platforms were ablaze with people declaring how ‘hawt’ she was, and there were many tearful reunions of Slime Carriers with their families who had rejected them out of fear.

I even saw my name and picture, being hailed as the primary influence of this new understanding between our species….blah, blah, blah,blah.

“Blah, blah, blah!” I scoffed as I turned the TV off and stood to look in the mirror.

Yes it was a breakthrough. Yes, I was going to be a figurehead of science….. But what was the cost?

I looked at my face… it was old, wrinkled and tired. My hair was grey and starting to fall out. I wiped away the makeup that my younger, more attractive staff caked on my face and grimaced at my sixty two year old face.

Thirty years of my life…. wasted in this singular research experiment.

I looked at my reflection, but my eyes focused on the beaker behind me on the other side of the lab.

I took a deep breath in and tried to slow the rapid beating of my heart. Despite all that I had proven to the spheres of science and to myself, I found that lingering horror still festered within me.

I slowly stepped to the beaker, wondering why I was so afraid. Why did it feel like what was to be the end of a cheesy horror flick?

I uncorked the beaker and took a sniff. It smelled of strawberry pie and coconut.

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I looked into my reflection, now even more ugly than before from the distortion of the beaker.

“If you do this, there is no turning back….you know this, right?”

I waited, wondering if my reflection would answer me…. But it stayed just as still as I was. My breath misted the bottle, and for a moment, the misting made me look young and pretty again. Back to the time when I rejected my fiancé’ who begged me to marry him… to start a family….before it was too late…..

“Too late...” I whispered, feeling those two words bite into my heart and soul like a knife.

Yes, too late.

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I upended the bottle and brought my lips and kissed my new destiny.

I felt the slime urgently tumble and froth within my body.

I gasped, feeling what could only be described as the old age being pushed out by the viscus pink slime that was everywhere. I took in a breath, and a pleasure like none I’ve ever known seared through my body.

Breathing felt so good! I wanted to breathe more!

I looked at my face that started to ooze the pink slime and watched the wrinkled skin melt away, being replaced with fresh new tan skin. I touched it, and my skin erupted into a joyous shock!

Being touched felt so good! I wanted to be touched more!

I smiled and felt as though my eyes could open wider! Oh! Even smiling felt so good!

“I am alive!” I cried out, feeling my eyes well with tears! Even crying felt so good!

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''Wait a second! Wait a second! Am I still me? Am I?''

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I took a deep breath and pushed aside the joy it brought my lungs and body, and walked to a mirror.

“My name is Miranda Crane. I am sixty two years old. I am the lead researcher of Carrier Slimes. I am still me, I know I am… and tonight, I’ve come alive!”

I smiled, seeing the last of the transformation settle. I looked like I was nineteen all over again, aside from the slick pink that covered my body and caressed and touched me, all according to my desire. Yes! The slime actually did what I wanted it to do!

“Okay- now stop!” I said, and felt the slime immediately stop…. But…. why would I want it to? It felt so good to be caressed and touched!

I strode from the lab and into the night.

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Tonight would mark the first time that I do what I should have done. I will find the last love of my life, and for the time I had left, I would find happiness, and love.