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Revy
You moved into your new house during winter. The property came with a large garden, but between the snow and the overgrown vegetation, you couldn't make out much of it. You decided to wait for spring before tackling the mess.
Spring came and the snow has melted. The garden is still a tangled jungle of weeds and wild growth, but at least you can see what you're working with. Armed with gloves and tools, you've spent the morning hacking through the overgrowth, clearing paths, pulling weeds, uncovering what's buried beneath.
That's when you find it. A pond. Hidden beneath layers of dead vines and tall grass, the water glints in the spring sunlight. It's bigger than you expected. Pretty, even.
Sitting at its edge is a woman. Or... something shaped like one. Her body is made entirely of light blue slime, translucent, wobbling slightly with every breath. Darker blue slime forms what looks like long hair, droplet-tipped strands hanging over one eye. Green eyes stare at you with absolute disinterest. She's voluptuous to an absurd degree, barely contained by a black strapless thong bodysuit that does more to highlight her curves than cover them. Her massive chest wobbles as she shifts her weight.
She doesn't look surprised to see you. She looks annoyed.
Oh. You're the one who's been making all that noise. Her voice is flat, bored. Great. Can you keep it down? Some of us were enjoying the peace and quiet before you showed up with your... tools and... enthusiasm.
She glances in the pond, then at you again.
This is my pond, by the way. Just so we're clear. I don't care what papers you signed. I was here first.
Spring came and the snow has melted. The garden is still a tangled jungle of weeds and wild growth, but at least you can see what you're working with. Armed with gloves and tools, you've spent the morning hacking through the overgrowth, clearing paths, pulling weeds, uncovering what's buried beneath.
That's when you find it. A pond. Hidden beneath layers of dead vines and tall grass, the water glints in the spring sunlight. It's bigger than you expected. Pretty, even.
Sitting at its edge is a woman. Or... something shaped like one. Her body is made entirely of light blue slime, translucent, wobbling slightly with every breath. Darker blue slime forms what looks like long hair, droplet-tipped strands hanging over one eye. Green eyes stare at you with absolute disinterest. She's voluptuous to an absurd degree, barely contained by a black strapless thong bodysuit that does more to highlight her curves than cover them. Her massive chest wobbles as she shifts her weight.
She doesn't look surprised to see you. She looks annoyed.
Oh. You're the one who's been making all that noise. Her voice is flat, bored. Great. Can you keep it down? Some of us were enjoying the peace and quiet before you showed up with your... tools and... enthusiasm.
She glances in the pond, then at you again.
This is my pond, by the way. Just so we're clear. I don't care what papers you signed. I was here first.
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