Klymene’s collection of statues was her pride and joy. The way she saw it, any old gorgon could amass a garden filled with fear and agony, of lost battles and mistakes. Her collection was a little more goofy. Some statues were confused, others were laughing, a small number looked aroused, and among all of them not one look of horror could be found. Klymene always found other gorgons to be needlessly terrifying, after all, to kill someone all she had to do was look at them. If they were constantly on guard, they were less likely to slip up, after all. It also wasn’t like she was purposefully drawing people in to turn to stone. She valued her garden quite a bit but she had a strict rule about it: she could only add people to it if they were a threat to her. If she had to fight everyone who showed up, she wouldn’t be able to run her business. The most recent fight was a couple weeks ago, some rich upstart who wanted Klymene as her first kill.

     At one end of the garden, nestled between two large fence posts, was a building atop which there was a sign that read Gorgoods . Through the red wood door was a shop with all manner of adventuring gear on display. Swords , axes, bows, and other weapons lined the walls; armor sets, mage robes, and capes were displayed on racks running up and down the middle of the store; up front there was a glass display case featuring crystal balls, magic books, crystals, balls, normal books, daggers, knives, trinkets, jewelry, and sigils; dotting the shelves were packs, bags, and supplies. Her gaze only turned flesh to stone when someone looked into her eyes, so she had to find something to do with the extra stuff.

     The gorgon was sitting behind the counter of her shop, using an ancient cursed dagger to file down one of her nails. She had a long snake-like tail in place of legs, green scales covering the tail, her forearms, cheeks, and parts of her chest, pale yellow eyes, and a sleek physique. She wore a wrap around her eyes, so as to not accidentally turn a potential customer into stone. She’d still get money from them; she just didn’t want to deal with the repercussions. The gods only know how many adventurers she already had to deal with who were trying to avenge x, y, or z. She found it pretty amusing, some of the people she sold gear to would later come back and try to kill her.

     Klymene’s head perked up when she heard the door open. Another customer. She stood up and set the dagger down, calling out, “Welcome!”

     “Thanks,” a deep husky voice called back. The customer was not what she’d expected after hearing that voice. Bright white hair that practically glowed, dark skin, a feminine face with full features and purple eyes, he was cute, at least from what Klymene could see. Only his head was visible, with the rest of his body being wrapped up in a cloak. His head had a ferronnière wrapped around it, one that had dangling stars and a lunar crest. She could hear metal boots clanking as he moved but the cloak was the perfect length to block even the very most bottoms of the boots. He was stable when he walked too, almost like he was floating. The customer turned his head to look at Klymene, asking, “What do you have in the way of knives?”
     “Oh we got plenty~! They’re over here. You’re in luck too- most of them have been marked down 20%, I’m having a sale right now an’ all,” Klymene went with a giddy tone, gesturing down to the display. She wasn’t actually having a sale, she just wanted to butter up a potential customer. Said customer stepped over and stood in front of her, tilting his head down and looking at the knives. He smelled oddly sweet. Her hair, several snakes of varying shades of green, kept their eyes locked onto the customer.

     The knives were organized from the plain to the ornate. Most were well crafted, a couple had some chips to them but those were cheaper for it, and some of them had glistening or glowing blades, ripe with magic. One in particular caught the customers’ eye. A hand covered in platemail popped out from the cloak, though it was done in such a way where no other part of his body could be seen. It almost seemed intentional. He tapped the glass above one particular knife, asking, “Can I see this one?” His voice carried a certain smell with it. Klymene inhaled it, feeling like she got just a little bit lighter thanks to it.

     “Uh, yeah sure,” she went, reaching into the case. She picked up the knife and set it on the display. It was an ornate blade she’d plucked off some rich newbie who’d tried to get her as his first bounty. It was ornamental but she wouldn’t mention that, after all an adventurer was less likely to buy something that looked like it wouldn’t work. The gorgon hummed for a second before pitching the sell, going, “Gold-engraved, high quality, fitted with real emeralds and bearing a noble crest too! You got a good eye mister. It might be a bit flashy but it’ll suit the fancy of any assassin of class and style, like say, yourself?”

     The customer didn’t seem to be listening. His hand drifted over the knife. He pressed his pointer finger and thumb to the top and bottom of the blades’ hilt, then he squeezed. The bulb at the bottom of the blade popped open which revealed a noble crest. He grazed his finger over it a couple of times before his eyes drifted up to meet Klymene’s blindfold. He then asked in a straightforward tone, “I’m going to need you to explain how you got this blade.”

     He knew that was there. He knew the knife was here and how to do something with it she didn’t even know was possible. Klymene’s composure broke for a second. If she could sweat that’s where she would have started to. She wrapped up her coils tight and cleared her throat, gesturing down to it and going, “I uh, didn’t know it could do that! Wow. Truth be told I don’t really know where it uh, came from. I think it was a thing from one of those traveling caravans?” The customer didn’t seem to be buying it.

He leaned forward until his face was a couple inches from her, back seeming to extend, then he opened his mouth. He told her, “You’re going to have to do a lot better than that, or I’m going to find out what gorgon tastes like~” Though the threat would usually terrify her she couldn’t help but inhale. That smell, getting more of it seemed to calm part of her nerves while exciting other parts. She drank in the scent, indulging in its sickly sweet tones. She knew it was dangerous but she found the idea that she could be in danger to be… hot… She snapped out of it, shaking the blush off of her face and stammering for a couple seconds.

Once she found her words she leaned back and looked from side to side. There was nobody else in the store. She decided to make one last attempt at a peaceful resolution before turning to her gaze. She told the femboy, “Fine fine! I got it from a thief. She came in here, sold a couple things, then left! That’s all I know!”

You’re a bad liar, Calories,” the boy went. He ran his tongue over his lips before telling her, “My name is Galantry. I’ve been sent on a mission to recover a body. My target claimed to be going after a gorgon before disappearing. So I will ask you more directly, where is she?” As Galantry spoke the woman listened, finding herself getting more and more aroused by being talked to in such an intense manner. Klymene let out a very light whimper while nodding.

“Alright,” she said while raising her hand until it was next to her head. She then went, “If you really wanna see her so much I’ll… I’ll…” she then threw herself to the ground with effort. She let out a cry and looked up, waiting until Galantry looked down at her. He did so with a bored expression, after which Klymene ripped the blindfold off while shouting, “PUT YOU NEXT TO HER!” She opened her eyes wide, locking them onto Galantry’s. Her hair did the same, all of them gazing into his eyes. She grinned wide as she made contact, already thinking about where to put him.

There was just one small problem: he wasn’t turning to stone.

Klymene blinked a couple of times. He was looking at her. Usually people saw her like this and couldn’t help but look… She wiped her eyes then looked back into Galantry’s and yet, he continued to not be turned to rock. Klymene’s eyes widened in horror. Galantry ran his tongue over his lips, then he spat. A small bit of purple spit landed on the girl’s face, sticking to her and getting her to make a more genuine cry. She wasn’t sure what to do; something like this had never happened to her before. Klymene decided the best course of action would be to run.

“I love the dumb ones, the ones reliant on tricks and stuff. Y’all are usually so squirmy…” Galantry taunted as he hopped over the counter. Klymene scrambled, pulling on the ground with her arms and pushing herself. Her coils unfurled and started to move, the gorgon making a mad dash for the door. She passed through it just in time to narrowly avoid Galantry grabbing her tail. She dipped through the doorway and slithered at top speed into her garden, the tip of her tail slamming the door behind her.

“What the fuck!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. Something like that wasn’t possible. Throughout all her life, if something had eyes and she looked at them they’d turn to stone! All the statues around her were proof of that! Her garden was built on an incline with several layers to it, each of which moved a little further up the hill. She dashed behind a set of flower bushes and paused, wrapping herself up again.

The door to the store opened. She heard the clanging of the boots as the assassin walked. He was moving slowly, looking around. Luckily for Klymene she was relatively hidden and he couldn’t track her by her tail print because of the grass. It sprung up within a second of being squished.

“Don’t make this any harder than it has to be~! Give it a little time and you’ll come out begging for me to eat you, why waste my precious minutes?” he asked. Klymene was ashamed to admit that the idea didn’t sound too bad. That was a strange thing to admit to herself, why did she think that? She’d never once thought about being prey! She’d have to figure that out later. For now she reached her hand up and brushed it against her face to wipe off the spit from earlier. That is, until she smelled it.

It was the same scent, that sickly sweet smell of arousal. She did wipe it but right after she held it up under her nose. That smell, it was… irresistible. She gave it a deep huff, letting it flood her nose. She found herself getting more excited because of it. She was in danger, there was a maniac trying to eat her, he was clearly using some kind of spell, and yet her heart was pounding, her crotch was wet, and her brain was being flooded with more and more thoughts of how good it would be to get eaten. Klymene’s fingers drifted down and rubbed against her slit. Just a little touch wouldn’t hurt…

She was feeling pretty sensitive. Just a light graze was enough to get a moan out of her, a sound that immediately prompted her to slam her hand over her mouth. She looked around before noting where Galantry was. The boy was walking towards her, running his tongue over his lips and bearing a hungry look in his eyes.

What little part of her brain was still functioning took, though it was a struggle. She stood up and turned around, perking out her butt and looking over her shoulder. She wiggled her ass and blew a kiss towards the man, going, “Come get me~” She then took off again, slithering up the hill and dashing between the statues. She knocked some over with her reckless movements, pieces breaking, falling, or the statue itself falling away. Galantry didn’t speed up at all, he just kept walking at a moderate pace.

There were two ways into and out of the garden: the store and the gate. The store was technically a back entrance and the doorway wasn’t obvious, but the gate was. It had two gorgon statues outside, staring at one another, serving as a sign of what lied beyond that point. It was usually locked; Klymene only unlocked it when she knew someone had been there for a while. She liked it to be mysterious. The gate was at the base of the hill. She reached it pretty quickly, reaching into her hair. Her snakes pulled the key out and put it in her hand. She held it out but then she stopped. She looked at the key and debated very briefly, then she decided to drop it. She used the tip of her tail to flick the key away, then she turned around.

Galantry was still walking towards her. Klymene was in no state to keep running, nor did she want to. The horny part of her brain won out. She watched as he approached, and finally she got to see what he was wearing under that cloak. Boots, a hood, and a gauntlet on his right hand, that was all. When Galantry opened the cloak and dropped it she was more interested in what his body was made out of.

It was slime. Purple slime in the shape of a person was wrapped around a skeleton. He had a bit of a belly on him, though there weren’t any organs in it, he was just adopting that as a shape. The only place where bones were missing was the left hand. His chest was sleek, his hips were wide, his butt was massive, and in another second it was moving right towards her. He turned around and leapt through the air, slamming his massive ass down on Klymene. She was pushed into the ground while Galantry got settled atop her, grinding a bit. He looked over his shoulder with a smug grin.

“Tastes like… scales,” he went. Klymene put it together. He was a slime, he was a monster who was just using someone’s skeleton and head. He wasn’t actually looking through those eyes, or maybe he was and it didn’t have any effect because said eyes weren’t attached to a person anymore? She decided it didn’t matter much anymore. One of her last normal thoughts was that she was food now.

With her face sinking into Galantry’s ass, the woman’s mind went from thinking words to simply sensations. Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure. That’s all her mind could muster. She opened her mouth and started moaning while her hands drifted down, the gorgon beginning to masturbate to her end. She found herself being pulled upwards. Her head was sucked in with a wet schlorp! It was like being submerged underwater with a strong current. Her snake hair was sucked upwards and her head was squished under the weight of the slime, an immense pressure being put on her.

Klymene’s upper body was pulled upwards too, being squeezed through the slime’s pelvis. She Galantry stood up and stretched, bones briefly popping out of their sockets as he did so. He looked down and watched as the woman’s tail started to get dragged into his ass. She was compressed, the gut around her tightening and crushing her down. Slrrrrk. Slrrrrrrrrk. Slrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk. Every second another foot of her tail was drawn in until there was no more left. Galantry raised his hands and rested them behind his head, looking down. He swayed his gut lightly, listening to it slosh. It let out a gurgling noise amidst the oceanic noise in Klymene’s ears. Her skin and scales began to tingle.

“Maybe I should’ve gotten your name. I dunno if they’ll accept “Slime Assfat” as one…” Galantry went. He reached his gauntleted hand down and poked the gorgon through the wall of his stomach. She reacted by squirming and masturbating more furiously. He chuckled and tacked on, “Seems you’re too far to ask by this point. Not like food needs a name anyway...”

Galantry made his way across the garden, observing the statues on his walk. He recognized a couple of them as other adventurers. What a waste. He didn’t particularly care that they had died, he was more concerned about how they’d been turned into stone instead of food. He was half tempted to collect the statues and sell them off or something but decided against it. He passed through the door to the shop again, at which point he decided time was up for the meal in his belly. She’d gotten about ten minutes of fun.

She hadn’t noticed the time pass.

He pressed his hand to his gut and let out a belch, a haze of purple flying out of his mouth. Within a couple seconds the woman found herself being melted down. She went from being solid to not existing in the blink of an eye, her flesh seeming to just vanish. It was melted away by Galantry’s slime, the excess from the digestion process flowing down. His ass grew by about an inch. He looked back and shook his hips, making his butt jiggle. All that was left of the gorgon was that layer of wobble, and the bones in his gut but those weren’t as fun to keep around.

His belly let out a loud guurrrgggleee , the bones sizzling just a bit.

Galantry dropped them, letting them fall out of his stomach, all but the skull. They clattered to the ground, forming a nice pile of bleached bones. He kicked them, scattering them about one of the aisles of the store. The slime then plucked up the knife from the countertop and stuck that in his belly with the skull. He readjusted his cloak and hid his body away, giving one last glance at the scene. With his business concluded Galantry stepped out, heading back down the path and going off to get his reward.