The path dipped slightly, crunching under Allen’s boots. The trees around them swayed gently, sunlight streaming through the canopy in dappled gold. Birds chirped lazily, a breeze tickled the leaves. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Allen slowed his pace. Sothing felt... off.
He stopped walking, raising a hand.
Fina and Rinni froze beside him.
"...You feel that?" Allen muttered.
Fina sniffed the air. "Mmm. Yeah. Sothing’s watching."
Rinni clung to Allen’s arm. "From where...?"
Then Allen saw it.
Half-tucked behind a mossy stump, barely noticeable in the sunlight, was a small, rounded... blob.
It looked like a scoop of wet yogurt had tried to cosplay as a spirit. Smooth, pale white, and glistening faintly in the light, the thing was no bigger than a lon. It didn’t have eyes, or a face, or anything resembling a mouth—but it wobbled slightly, like it was breathing. Or thinking.
"...What the fuck," Allen said flatly.
Rinni gasped. "I-Is that... a sli?"
Fina’s eyes went wide. "A white sli."
The blob made a tiny, wet bloop.
Allen raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be rare, or are you just saying that because it looks like cum with stage fright?"
Fina laughed, then leaned in toward the blob with a curious expression. "White slis are super rare. They’re shy. Skittish. So beastkin think they’re spirits in disguise. They usually run away the second soone spots them."
Allen stared.
The sli stared back. Or... well. Wiggled back.
It blooped again. A little louder this ti.
And then it started to move.
Toward him.
Rinni squeaked. "I-It’s following you!"
Allen blinked. "It’s what?"
The blob slid forward with a soft shlorp, its squishy little body leaving a faint trail of glistening goo behind it.
Allen took one step back.
The blob took one forward.
He stepped to the side.
It adjusted and followed again.
"...Oh for fuck’s sake," Allen muttered.
Fina bit her lip, trying not to burst into laughter. "Aw.. it likes you~!"
"No," Allen said imdiately. "No it doesn’t. It’s probably trying to size up to crawl into my dickhole."
The blob wobbled like it disagreed.
Fina crouched down and tapped the ground. "Hey little guy~ You’re not gonna go inside our friend’s peepee, are you?"
The sli blooped a third ti. Firm. Proud.
Allen threw up his hands. "That sounded like a yes!"
Rinni peeked nervously from behind him. "But... white slis don’t approach people. Like ever. Why’s it following you, Allen?"
Fina smirked. "Because he slls like girlcum and authority?"
Allen made a face. "I hate how accurate that might be."
The sli didn’t care. It simply kept jiggling its way forward, slow and persistent, like a particularly clingy marshmallow possessed by curiosity.
Allen stared at it for a solid ten seconds. Then he laughed.
Loud. Abrupt. Hands on his hips, shoulders shaking.
"NOW it really feels like another world."
Fina giggled. "Took you long enough."
Allen grinned. "I’ve been isekai’d into a land where tribal elders get throat-fucked during council etings, cursed leaves turn maids into whimpering fucksponges, and beastkin festivals outlaw pants—but this is the mont that hits? A jiggly white blob with no face, no mouth, and a dream? Yeah. This is peak otherworld."
The sli gave another happy little bloop, like it appreciated the shout-out.
Allen narrowed his eyes at it.
"...If you’re gonna follow , you’d better be prepared to fight, fuck, or fetch coffee. No freeloaders."
The blob inched closer and pressed itself affectionately against his boot.
Fina gasped. "It chose you!"
Allen groaned. "It’s goo. It can’t choose anything. It’s just sticky and confused—like every virgin on prom night."
Rinni blinked. "What’s a prom?"
"Don’t worry about it," Allen muttered, stepping back. "I’m more concerned about why this cum-ghost wants to be friends."
The sli kept pace with them like a little gelatinous duckling, flopping along the path with slow but persistent shlorps.
Fina tilted her head. "Maybe it sensed sothing in you. Magic? Dominance?"
Allen looked down at himself, then back at the blob. "I swear to God if I have sli pheromones now, I’m gonna start bathing in vinegar."
Rinni whispered, "I think it’s cute..."
Fina tapped her chin. "You should na it!"
"Nope," Allen said imdiately.
"Co on! All familiars need nas!"
"It’s not my familiar. It’s a rogue lump of cum."
Fina grinned. "Then na your rogue cum!"
"...Don’t say that again."
"Pleaaase?"
Allen sighed through his nose. "Fine. If I na it, will you stop?"
Fina nodded eagerly.
Allen pointed at the blob. "Your na is Luna."
The sli wobbled proudly.
Fina burst out laughing. "Wait, wait, wait—why a girl’s na?"
Allen smirked. "Because now, whenever it makes a ss, I can yell, ’Bad girl, Luna!’ and feel like a hentai protagonist."
Fina blinked. "...What’s a hentai?"
Allen paused, grinning slowly.
"It’s like... extrely artistic porn. But also cursed. Think weird moans, magic tentacles, and a complete lack of parental supervision."
Fina squinted. "Sooo... like the lizard tribe mating ceremony?"
Allen pointed. "Exactly. But with way worse sound effects."
Rinni tilted her head. "I don’t get it..."
Allen ruffled her hair. "That’s for the best, sweetheart. Your innocence is my last tether to sanity."
The blob made another enthusiastic bloop, clearly unbothered by its horrible fate.
They kept walking, now with Luna trailing them like a pet.
Through the trees, the foliage started to thin. The light changed—less filtered, more open. And then they saw it.
Nestled in a shallow valley below, surrounded by terraced gardens and curved paths, sat Turtle Village.
It was nothing like the other settlents Allen had seen. The houses were dod, carved into the earth itself, their rooftops covered in moss and ivy. A series of wide, slow-turning water wheels lined a lazy stream that ran through the center of the village. Everything moved with an almost dreamlike slowness.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
Allen took in the sight, arms folded.
"Turtle people. Slow politics. Village of introverts. I can feel the repression already."
Fina skipped beside him. "They’re shy! Like the sli!"
Allen looked down at Luna.
Luna jiggled encouragingly.
Rinni leaned closer. "The turtles used to be more active... before the war. Now they keep to themselves. They don’t fight, they don’t trade, they barely talk."
Fina nodded. "So say they forgot how."
Allen raised an eyebrow. "The whole tribe?"
"They’re weird," Fina shrugged. "But weird in a different way."
They began descending toward the village, boots crunching softly on gravel. The air was cooler here. Fresher.
Behind them, Luna blooped dutifully with every step.
Allen shot it a sideways glance.
"You better not be evil."
The sli quivered happily.
Fina grinned. "Aw She loves you!"
"She better," Allen muttered. "Or I’m turning her into a fucklamp."
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