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My Mom is a Maternal Slime

🇺🇸elmer7780
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Amid the bustling City of Keystone lies hidden groups and buried magic to unravel. What comes are changes in the stars that will shine upon myths and legends, but draw bigger shadows to their truths. It's all too much for Daniel Hart, who just wants to paint for others, but he finds his brush influenced by the slippery effects as maternal mysteries cling to him. WARNING: This is very much full of SMUT before it is mystery and magic. Lots of weird slimy shenanigans too!
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Chapter 1 - Beginning of the End

The end is nigh.

"Haman Baboa Wan, Haman Baboa Wan!"

Fire illuminates various robed figures within the darkness; its orange column possibly wavering to the strange chants of the members surrounding it. Although not all know what they're reciting, it is undoubtedly filled with deep, mysterious meaning.

"Booba Ya! Booba Ya!"

Profound meaning in some cases.

Despite the strange language, everyone keeps their expectations low regardless of how they feel about this silly act. After all, this is the first time they're performing a ritual detailed in the Stonehenge book - an ancient text uncovered from the famous monolith stones six years ago.

However, some can't help but feel some expectation because it's been six years - time lost to research that may as well not exist given the secrecy required. Just the thought of this not producing a peep of result, even as a matter of failure, makes many sweat on the possibility they've been duped by the book.

As such, cracks in their synchronization inevitably form having been standing around for an hour. Their voices waver like the flames in front of them. Further, dry throats cause a few to cough between their recitation, dampening the hearts of others around.

'Has this been all for-'

The expansion of flames and loud pop interrupts the group leader's thoughts, her voice the most stable among the members. Reflecting in her near doubtful eyes, the flames recedes with an unnatural suction force, pulling it back into the fire pit until nothing is left but a sizzle.

It happens too fast to process as utter silence and darkness seal their immediate area once more.

Was this a sign that they failed? Even so, it's more than anyone could wish for. However, just before anyone can breathe in relief...

A new flame bursts from the pit! With a blinding green hue, it snakes to the ceiling with a crackling roar! In response, the robed members scream and shield themselves from the fierce flames that expand outward.

Only the leader, coming down from the cusp of doubt, looks on in awe. Her hood slides down from the burst of wind that carries the flame upward, revealing her short dark-brown hair, tan complexion, and olive eyes that quiver.

"It's...real."

"Lecia, get back!"

With a sharp inhale, the group leader regains her senses. Following the others' actions, she steps back and turns away, pulling her hood back up to protect herself from the hot particles fluttering about. This is just as the green fire howls and more embers spew out. Its torrent doesn't last long, though. It crackles weakly for ten or so seconds before diminishing like the fire before it. All its flames and heat are pulled into the pit in one swoop and snuffed out as if time reversed.

Tiny cries of various men and women, along with uneven breathing, breaks through the silence as the green ambiance fades. Many continue to hold their breath, not daring to turn back if another fire rises again. However, after majority of the green embers settle on the ground and die, a few members relax enough to exhale and look back up.

"I-is it over? H-holy shit."

Footsteps tap about frantically, then light returns to everyone's eyes with an electric hum from above. While the members groan as their vision adjusts to the brightness, Lecia's contracting eyes returns to the fire pit, full of ash, dying embers, and smoke.

"Is everyone alright?" she then asks, scanning the surroundings.

"Yes, all good here."

"That was...incredible!"

"C-copper sulfate! We need to be sure there wasn't anything like that around! That's the only reason it could've otherwise turned green."

"No way, did you see how the flame was sucked back down and then came back up? That's completely unnatural!"

"This...was good, right? Six years of secret work to come to this."

"We're not even completely sure of the correct wording for this ritual! How can we be sure this isn't a coincidence?"

"Enough!"

The chattering members, full of skepticism, disbelief, and hope, all quieted to Lecia's call. Uncovering her hood again, she stares at the fire pit again, trying to collect her thoughts and calm her beating heart. Then, she takes a deep breath before addressing them all.

"Let me be clear: Everything was checked beforehand. I can assure you that there were no anomalies within the pit or as part of the air."

She pauses to ensure everyone recognizes the importance of this matter now.

"So take to heart that what we witnessed is definitely progress! We won't have the answers yet as to what happened, but we can proudly claim that we are not just some crazy group hanging on to speculations. The Stonehenge book's contents are real!"

She takes out the discovered book from her pouch, then spreads her arms out, holding the ancient text in one of her hands. "Our time to build this group and to learn - all of it has been worth it! While there's still more to be done and we'll have to be even more careful about our actions, we'll eventually understand! When the time comes, we will eventually be able to share with the world our knowledge, prove its teachings, and make known of its implications; that is, the proof of an advanced history that existed before even the earliest civilizations!"

A few whispers followed. Growing smiles can be seen on their shadowed faces as their leader's words uplift their hearts.

"Lecia's right!"

"This is just the beginning!"

"Can we assume it's a failure though?"

"Well, even though it was intense, the flames didn't last very long."

"That doesn't mean it's a failure or success though. How vexing."

"This is why I was against performing this. For all we know, we could've died! Do we even have a small clue what this was supposed to do?"

"Our linguist says it may have to do with rain or water based on some words that hold similarity to Latin."

"So we might get rain...or we might have just unleashed a natural disaster."

Lecia claps her hands once more, grabbing their attention. "This is not the time for speculation! We must be patient and observe. Yes, we did take a risk, but someone wrote this book for another to find. It was meant to be used!"

She takes a breath before continuing. "Now as some of you are scientists, you know that you must experiment. Historians without evidence have to start off with a guess based on what they know about a specific time. Business men and women sometimes have to take risks to achieve successful profit. Our attempt here is nothing but a similar stride towards progress. Remember though, this is not for our gain! It is for the betterment of the world!"

The members remain and stare proudly now towards their leader as she, once again, reminds them of their purpose. The green flame has aptly rekindled their collective hearts after years of doubt.

After hearing no more qualms, Lecia grins. "So, on that note, why don't we celebrate that we're still here and what we've gained out of our little attempt? Drinks will all be on me!"

For some, that's an even better reward after the tiresome chanting. Cheers erupt and although some still worry about the ritual's effect, they keep it to themselves, hoping nothing happens due to their ignorance.

The warehouse grows more reposed as the members slowly exit the building while removing their robes. The last one to leave places a fire-retardant blanket over the ritual pit before turning the lights off.

Soon, nothing but the occasional rattling from the wind outside and rumbling of the steel resounds inside. Cold stillness fills the warehouse, until...

*Buyo...buyo...*

A round blue gelatinous slime the size of a baseball rustles the blanket as it slithers out from the fire pit. It makes strange buoyant noises as it shakes off the ash and disintegrates some floaties. After cleaning itself, it doesn't waste any time and bounces off, moving into a new world.