It was daytime, and you had left your little cave at first light, with the huntress Fiona. 

And Fiona was so smart! As you walked together, she tied trees into strange little loops, and you both came back later, and there were rabbits and groundhogs inside them! You had eaten two so far today, and you were growing bigger and more solid. Not quite as big as Fiona, yet, but you were getting back to your old size. You felt full and good for the first time in weeks. 

Fiona came to a quick stop at the base of a hill, and you bumped into her, confused. 

“Shhh! Stay here. Be a puddle.” she whispered to you, and taking out her bow, crept away, around the hill. You spread yourself into a puddle, confused. 

There were sounds up ahead. A swish, and a thud, and then a great deal of crashing through brushes. What was she doing? Was she okay? 

A deer burst out of the bushes in front of you, an arrow lodged firmly in its neck. Blood spilled onto the new grass. Fiona’s arrow! She wanted you to catch it! You waited, in thrilled anticipation, as the deer bounded toward you, and then you popped up and enveloped it. The deer thrashed for a while, and became still. 

When she got back to you, you had devoured the head and shoulders, but left the back half for your wonderful new friend, Fiona. 

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The two of you took shelter for the evening under a rocky overhang. Deer legs and rabbits were roasting over the fire: Fiona had rubbed hers with salt, and was resting some distance away, upwind of the smoke. You rested near the fire for a while, napping briefly, bubbling with new strength and size, thinking about what you could hunt together next. 

Were the rabbits done cooking? The meat looked brown all over. You should find Fiona, and if she was sleeping, you should wake her up to eat, you decided. You moved quietly in her direction. 

There was Fiona! She was lying under a tree. Not sleeping, though. 

Her hide leggings were around her ankles. She was panting, her face was pink, and she was plunging the fingers on her uninjured arm in and out of her vagina. Her fingers looked sticky – there was a trail of thin slime connecting her fingers and her body, every time she pulled them out of herself and pushed them back in. As you watched, she started to let out quiet, gasping moans. 

She reminded you of watching rabbits mate on the lake shore, but so beautiful, in a way you couldn’t quite describe. You felt yourself heating up, watching Fiona’s pleasure. She wasn’t a slime; you couldn’t intermingle. But you did sort of want to…envelop her. Not to eat! Just to rub all over, and hold, and massage. You wondered how the goo on her fingers would feel against yours, and you felt your outer membrane getting warmer and stickier. 

Fiona looked like she was happy, and you wanted to make her feel good. You started to sidle up to her – it seemed important not to make too much noise. 

A moment later, Fiona tensed up, her back arched, and let out a slightly-muffled scream. She pulled her dripping hand from between her legs and collapsed onto the grass, looking tired and boneless. Hmm. Well, she looked too tired to play with now. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t still help your friend.

“Fiona!”

She shot up, face red, bringing her hands together to cover her crotch and wincing as her shoulder flexed. 

“Poppy! What - uh…”

You melted halfway into a puddle, lowering yourself to her sitting height, and tilted your head thoughtfully at the warm goo coating Fiona’s fingers and dripping from her still-pulsating vagina. Fiona flushed bright red as she met your gaze, and you inched closer to speak. 

“I could clean this for you?”