Thread: Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Emaline continued her soft, gentle caress of the slime, her smile as warm as sunlight. The slime seemed to like what she was doing, and ultimately being able to trade such intimate actions was what separated the whos from the whats. This slime was obviously a who, she was sure of that. It's humming even reminded her of two cougars she'd seen years ago. They were close together, intimate, purring with content. They were their own type of living being, able to be intimate with each other, but not with people or other animals. A name will help make you a person, she said, temporarily forgetting to pay attention to the intricate details of language she had previously so carefully arranged. She felt so comfortable right now... She didn't know though whether she should give her one or whether the slime should pick one herself. Obviously, the slime had no idea of names, she only knew Emaline's and a few stray words. Perhaps... Savia...Savia should be your name, she said, gently petting the slime before continuing to caress it. The slime could change its name later if it didn't like it, but for now, the slime needed to feel like a person and a name was important to achieve that. Mother! What are you doing get away from that! a voice called over from the entrance, filled with shock and indignation. The voice belonged to a young woman , much younger than Emaline, though since Emaline wasn't that old herself the differences were still subtle. The girl was curvier than Emaline, a little curvier than any reference might indicate. She was in many ways her father, but her features were very much inherited from her mother. Red lips, black hair with the very slightest curl in them, sharp yet gentle eyebrows. It was impossible not to see the resemblance. If you knew her father, the rest of her would be easily explained as well. Her father was even curvier than she was, her best greatest defining feature being her well-endowed nethers, something that she inherited. The bulge behind her chord skirt was significantly larger than Emaline's, so much so that you could see the edge of the sack that contained her balls whenever she shifted her weight. The sack was also attached to the top of her manhood with a belt so that it wouldn't hand out even further, but one wouldn't know from an outsider's perspective. From what the slime had seen so far she seemed well above average in that regard, though the rest of her seemed just fine with being average. Her body had some genetical mutations as well, some that would serve to confuse the slime through the years as they didn't seem to be inherited in most cases. In this case, a pair of cherry-red lips in place of a belly-button which you could see through her white summer blouse. Apart from her physical attributes and her clothes that seemed identical to Emaline's apart from a different belt, no jewellery and an individualised cut for her, they also seemed to be well-acquainted, at least from the way they spoke to each other. However, none of them seemed exactly happy to see each other right. Thiya, you're supposed to be threshing, Emaline called out to the girl, not once halting the gentle ministrations she was giving her new friend. And you're supposed to be picking berries, 'Thiya' retorted, obviously in a very hostile mood. Fear of the unknown mixed in with a youthful and rebellious nature. At least I have a reason for being here, and you have too now that you brought me on an idea,this'll she said, prompting Thiya to look even more confused as her mother looked back at the slime. She here needs to learn more about human anatomy, what better than a live example. You're going to pose until she can study even single bit of your body, no exceptions, she said, her tone steaming with authority. Even the slime would understand that Thiya had done something wrong. I've told you before about skipping your duties. Maybe this'll teach you the importance of such matters, she said with an increasingly impatient tone. While Thiya seemed to dislike what she'd been told, she refrained from giving another reply. Obviously, Emaline seemed to have authority over her. When Emaline turned back to the slime once more, her voice had gone back to its soft, warm and motherly tone. Thiya will show you her body, she said, pronouncing the word 'body' while gesturing to her chest with both hands flat. So you can change to be like us,, she said, once again gesturing to herself. She hoped the slime would understand, since a lot of the words were grammar-based and the slime had no idea what grammar even was, but this was still something they needed to do. She knew the people around here too well. She was educated, well-traveled, but most others never left their tribe's territory. And there was a difference between accepting a Zadean living in your village and accepting a blob of green goo. There were a lot of things wrong with the slime's approximation from before, so hopefully having a live example would make her look the part. Essentially, this little creature was looking for a way to be someone. So why not teach her to be Taracian? She didn't want to convert her or anything like that, but having a community to grow up in might help the slime develop a sense of purpose it seemed to be lacking. Perhaps she was putting too much trust into this cute little thing she'd only known for today but it was hard not to help a person in distress. And essentially, her not feeling like a person was the problem. Is this really necessary... Thiya complained, but her mother simply waved her off. The sooner we get this over with the sooner you can get back to threshing. Now please. Now... the mother continued, looking back at the slime. Don't think of clothing, no clothing. Try to change into Thiya here, she explained with a gentle tone, gesturing to the clothes and Thiya herself when needed. Thiya herself seemed to be in a state of utter confusion, so much so that she forgot to complain about it. Emaline knew that whatever copy the slime created was going to be very off, perhaps not even recognizable as a Taracian, but that was the point of this exercise after all. Soon, the girl could have her own body to be her own person rather than to copy someone she connected some bad memories to.