Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Looking at the woman before her she was starting to realise how difficult this was going to be. Teaching a woman Taracian was....unprecedented she dared say. Perhaps some have learned the language in order to negotiate a trade, but there was certainly no institution dedicated to teaching it and certainly noone she could ask to help. She didn't even know what species this woman was so even if she knew where to find someone that person probably wouldn't speak this girl's language, to begin with. On that note, she didn't even know what was good for the girl. She didn't seem to be breathing...maybe the mountain air was better for her? But she had met people of the mountain before as she recalled just minutes earlier. They breathed more than her own species if anything. Just at that moment, a ripple went through the slime's skin that caused Emaline to nearly jump in surprise. She removed her hands, watching the skin shift in such a clean, fluid motion that it was almost a work of art. In seemed almost.....godly to the woman. No, surely something godly must not be afraid of a cougar? Looking somewhat frightened, she returned her hands to the girls' cheeks, gently cupping them with her hands. The skin felt warm, Taracian. Not at all like the skin she had felt a minute prior. It was in a way calming to feel something familiar, but it was still a little disconcerting. After all one couldn't just shift warmth and skin of your body like she did. Whatever race she was must be an incredibly powerful one. The more she thought about it the less she knew what to do, but for now, she had to get this girl to her home. Thankfully, the girl seemed to follow her willingly. Seeing so little of her move or react in any particular way was still very disconcerting, but she tried to ignore it. Was she wearing something metal underneath, or why did her curves not move at all? It was perhaps something quite unimportant to obsess over but she could still have attributed the lack of muscle movement, maybe even breathing to the light or her clothes playing tricks on her, but the girl could walk without a single movement from her genitalia or her bosom or anything. Emaline's curves were smaller, so she was good at running and things like that. She would have laughed remembering some other girls' difficulties if she weren't so confused right now. But even her bosom shook with her steps, not to mention her genitalia, and this girl was on the smaller side of things but still at least as well-endowed as she was. Yet everything just sat there rigid and unmoving. Tripping over a stone, she moved her eyes away, trying to calm herself a little. She was just a little more excited than she thought she'd be. She did kind of like a mystery and this girl certainly provided it. Trying to look forward apart from checking on the girl from time to time, they made good progress towards the village. The village was surrounded by a pinewood forest and a large, ore-bearing mountain the village had been draining of its precious metals for decades. The tribe has been profiting greatly from the process, especially when the mined ore comes back as bronze from the forge when mixed with foreign tin. But for now, the harvest was on. Fields outside the village were full of the valuable commodity, and the youth of the tribe was busy with threshing the rice from the villages closer to the sea for consumption. Or at least, they should be. From her own experience, they were often too busy with each other. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise that she came back so early. But for the slime, this was much more interesting than that. It had never seen more than three people at once. Now it could see houses, multiple rows of a settlement built of wood. The areas between them without plant-life from decades of being trod on. A woman was making baskets on her doorstep, another two slamming bundles of weird-looking grass onto the ground, another simply walking by with a basket in her hand and another bringing another bundle to the two working ones. And they were all so uniquely different too! Their clothes were mostly the same, but their belts differed, or there were subtle differences in the weave or different materials used in the skirts. Even greater were the differences in their body types! Some were taller, some had slightly bigger muscles or slightly wider or thinner areas of their body, some were curvier, some were more hung than others....... Some even had really significant differences, whether it was the size or something entirely new. One of the working women had a third leg, another had a second pair of breasts judging by her clothes, another had a very big, plush and soft looking middle. And there were many more differences, but before she could study them in more detail, the woman with the basket turned to her with curiosity. Her eyes were again a different colour than Emaline's, more like the ones from the girl she was currently mimicking, but still not quite the same. Seeing a stranger in the village was rare and if unannounced people weren't sure how to take it. But Emaline was still somewhat respected due to her relationship with someone of the higher families so noone asked any questions. The house was made up of wattle walls and a wooden roof, like all the other houses. It seemed to have been crafted over some time with great care, as complicated as the wood woven into the cone-shaped roof looked. The wood also covered the floor. The house had no door and as such was facing east so the sun would give light for a longer period of time. A hearth sat in the middle of the single-room house to provide warmth or even light later in the day. Pots stood around with various substances in them, small bowls stacked in a corner for meals. Bronze age beds, wooden frames with woven mats in them sat near each other at the opposite side of the hut. A woven carpet laid beside them, as well as a few pots of water from a nearby river. A few seats made of large slices of a tree trunk stood around a table near the hearth. A few wood planks that seemed glued together were lying against the side of the entrance, presumably to block it off at night. Would you like something to eat? Emaline asked, walking towards the pots that were quite far from the entrance for understandable reasons. Oh...uhh...... she said, grasping one of the bowls. She had to bend over to get it, which allowed the slime to peak at one of the features of the humanoid body she hadn't been able to gaze at. Two round objects, lap-filling balls laid in a grey sack, though that only seemed to be a covering. She could see it join the rest of her body with a skin-like sack, so she could most likely figure out that a second sack was keeping these rather large orbs at her body. Above them was a long, thick organ, somewhat floppy that rested on top of the balls. It too was covered with a covering, but less generously so. Both grey sacks were held against their respective organs with small belts. They seemed so huge and out of place. What might they be there for? The most prominent part of her anatomy though was something beneath her balls. Her womanhood was big, it's lips round and plump. It protruded from her lowers, far enough to sit between her thighs. It looked about as thick as her balls, which was quite a feat in itself. It might even be bigger. From its sheer size, it was a wonder the slime didn't notice it earlier, but the skirt did a good job of covering her up usually. Seemed like this was her unique part since she hadn't seen this before. There was some deeper personal history regarding it as well, but of course, the slime couldn't know that now. The slime has had quite some time to study Emaline's body for now. She'd seen her plush, firm rump move behind that skirt, her bust shift in her blouse, her genitalia shift, her hips shake The small peak behind the coverings was quite helpful for understanding the human body. Of course, the skirt wasn't supposed to ride up this much, something that Emaline promptly corrected when she stood up. Usually, it would just reveal the edge of her balls or her plump womanhood when she bent over like that, but it had ridden up during her run and subsequent walk. Maybe she should be paying more attention, now that she had a guest. Not that it usually offended people but it still wasn't polite. With her skirt back to knee-length, she raised the bowl, making some shovelling hand motions towards her mouth. Eat? she asked, hoping the girl would at least know how to confirm that she understood. She should probably eat something too, she did still have that basket of berries with her.