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another slime girl comm!
(you can commission your own slime on my ko-fi!)

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"Foresight" class S20-332 Advanced Steam Tank Engine no.11513₆ of the South Lymer Railway (the SLYM) on the planet Gymnome, circa 2335 AD. One of hundreds of Foresight-class locomotives built by General Fluidics, this one was built to a 3.04₆ љ narrow gauge. (three and one ninth glip, or roughly 1096mm). It is seen here with its Gymnomi Slime crew, the conductor to the left and the engineer to the right.
More information, drawing process, and alternate liveries under the cut:
So I was messing around with the idea of Slime Folk in Slime Rancher cause why not, and then I remembered BOb, and now I have a whole ass lore situation.
Basically, slimes who live long enough can 'imprint' and essentially 'steal/copy the form of' because by this point they're intelligent enough to be partially sentient. BOb is in like the phase just before imprinting, but the other ranchers are all imprinted slimes. Mochi of course is a quicksilver, that's how she usually manages to keep up and catch the ones she keeps. Not decided on Victor or Ogdam yet, but I now have a Tarr oc called Tarra cause she's not good at names 😂
Basically though, there is now a fairy tale in universe about 'Range Children', gifts with risks from the range itself, kids that shouldn't have a way to exist let alone get out there, but who are 'slime whisperers' and ensure the success of any ranch with them, and it's a superstition the old ranchers that have since passed knew well. Bea, being as new as she is, hasn't heard these tales before, and is completely unaware of the fact she's pretty much the only human out on the range at this point.
(before humans Slimes just imprinted on whatever they could find that could help their chance of survival, but when humans started to show up they realized just how versatile the ranchers could be and opted to try imprinting on them)
Into the Slime Marsh
“Don’t step on that crack, by the way.”
Rhiannon stopped in her footsteps, the catgirl having almost stepped on the horrible crack. “I wasn’t going to.”
"Good,” Morgan said bluntly, “It’s a trap the Royal Guard set to ward off invaders. Nasty little thing, too. One wrong step, and we would have fallen into the Slime Marsh.”
A faint blush of embarrassment spread over Rhiannon’s face. She stared at the crack, somewhat awestruck by how small it was compared to the rest of the bridge, and then looked down into the Slime Marsh. The thought that one small slip-up like that could’ve been their undoing felt impossible to her. That it could’ve made them both stuck in that marsh, sticky slime clinging to them and binding them where they fell, perhaps even falling prey to some of the local slime folk…~
Rhiannon shook her head. “Don’t even think about it!” She thought to herself and followed along after Morgan.
A faint gurgle from below caught the catgirl adventurer off-guard. She turned, leaning over the edge of the bridge to look down into the Marsh. The Marsh seemed still – too still – and Rhiannon peered closer for a better look.
A pair of eyes opened amidst the slime, followed by another, and another, and many more after them. Teasing grins glimmered up at Rhiannon as a pool of slime folk raised themselves from the Marsh to call out to Rhiannon.
“Do it~” they called from the slime, “Join us~ Step on the crack and fall into bliss with us~”
“I… I shouldn’t.” Rhiannon answered, though found it hard to tear herself away from the slime.
“Then let us do it for you~” They grinned with delight, slime reaching up to meet Rhiannon’s face. “Let us in and lose yourself to our bliss~”
Rhiannon faltered as a slime folk gushed over her face, overwhelming her senses and pouring part of themself down her throat. Despite the unfamiliar sensation of it all, Rhiannon felt… good. Great, even. The slime tasted sweet and savory and brought a wonderful sense of warmth to her body. A coy, dazed smile curled over her lips as her eyes changed color to match that beautiful slime, her mind becoming but a vessel to slimy desire.
The slime folk all giggled in delight as Rhiannon’s slimy puppeteer danced the catgirl toward the crack. Assurant voices echoed into Rhiannon’s mind as the slime kneaded her senses into putty. It would feel so good to join them all, to fall into pleasant, sinking bliss with them as they overwhelmed her and Morgan…
Morgan stopped as they felt the bridge quake briefly beneath their feet.
“You good back there, Rhia—”
Morgan erupted into a flurry of vulgarity as the bridge gave way beneath their feet. The two adventurers hit the Slime Marsh with a tremendous SPLAT! before being swarmed over by the slime folk waiting below. Chaos engulfed the Marsh as newfound life was enveloped in layer upon layer of slime, ripping Rhiannon and Morgan’s clothes and armor off to leave them exposed to the slime folk and their decadent touch.
Morgan’s defenses took the most time to break down, but Rhiannon was all too eager to please. The slime folk kneaded and molded her in their grasp, and enjoyed her willingness to indulge in their bliss. Morgan presented much more of a challenge, but that made it all the more rewarding when they surrendered to their ecstasy. Once they were made pliant, even Rhiannon was surprised by how much they seemed to enjoy being toyed with.
They both arrived at their destination very late, but that was hardly of any concern to the rest of their party. What was of concern was why they had arrived without any of their clothes and dripping in marsh slime, not that Rhiannon minded. She was happy to have been given a nice, relaxing break from adventuring, especially with such accommodating hosts.
Colored version of my slimy boy

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