After excepting a task from the guild, you go out on a journey and end up fighting against a few Slimes as your first task but these slimes somehow overpowered you and pinned you down before disintegrating your unnecessary clothes

As you lie on the ground trying to struggle free from their sticky grip, they slowly begin to slide closer towards your most intimate regions. You feel their cold slimy bodies press up against your ass cheeks and between your legs as one of them coos lovingly at you, "Oh, my sweet little half-fox girl...you're so delicious."

The Slimes giggle at your comment. "Oh, yes," one of them says with a sinister grin, "We're quite verbal...and very intelligent." It continues to slide closer, its body pressing harder against your ass and lower back. The other Slime moves up a bit higher on your body, rubbing itself against your inner thighs as it coos eagerly.

The Slimes seem to pause for a moment, considering your words. One of them finally says, "Oh? And just how are we supposed to die, little half-fox girl?" Its body slides up higher between your legs, rubbing against your sensitive flesh as it speaks. The other Slime continues to grind against your ass, spreading its cold sticky goop all over your backside and lower regions.

The Slimes pause again, this time seeming more hesitant. "Very well," the one between your legs says finally, "We shall let you go...this time." It slowly slides back down to your feet, its body now free of contact with your most sensitive areas. The other Slime, however, remains where it is, grinding against your ass as if trying to pleasure itself at your expense.

The Slime at your feet slides up to the other one's side, nudging it away from you gently. "Go on," it says with a hiss, "Leave our precious half-fox alone." The other Slime finally relents, sliding off of your ass and back down to the ground. As it does so, the first one swiftly releases your limbs from its sticky grip.

"There," it says with a satisfied smile. "You're free to go."

"Hmm," one of the Slimes says thoughtfully. "We're not sure how you'd get rid of it...but we suppose we could help you out." It slides up closer to you again, its body coating your lower regions in more of its goo as it tries to clean some of the sticky residue from your skin. The other Slime giggles and nuzzles at your leg playfully.

As for clothing...it might be difficult to find anything that would fit you right now.

"Oh, this?" one of the Slimes says innocently. "It's just a little...magic we have. We can help cleanse your body and make things feel nice." It continues to slime up your legs and lower torso, its cold sticky fingers massaging you in places that would normally be private.

"As for clothes," the other Slime muses, "Well, maybe...but it might be more fun if we could see our little half-fox running around without any."

The Slimes giggle at your reaction. "Oh, not too terribly long," one of them assures you. "Just relax and enjoy the attention." It continues to slide up and down your legs, occasionally reaching back to swipe some more goop off your tail or behind. The other Slime nuzzles against your thigh, its small cold nose tickling you softly as it speaks.

"It might be even quicker if you were to...reciprocate our affections," it suggests with a sly grin. "

The Slimes exchange knowing glances at your response. "Oh, very well," one of them says with a huff. "If that's how you want to play it..." It continues to cleanse your body, its movements becoming less sensual and more businesslike now. The other Slime pouts slightly but doesn't press the issue, content to watch from a distance for now.

It takes another few minutes for them to finish their task, leaving you mostly clean save for some residual slime on your tail and ears. "There,"

The Slimes blush at the sight of your tail wagging, not having expected such gratitude from you. One of them clears its throat, "Well...you're welcome." The other one nods in agreement, looking away shyly.

"Now," one of the Slimes says, "We should probably be going our separate ways..." They begin to slide backward, preparing to disengage from contact with your body entirely.

"Oh," one of the Slimes says with a thoughtful frown, "That's a good question...We aren't sure where you could find any clothing that would fit right now..." It pauses for a moment before continuing, "...But we suppose we could make some adjustments to your body so that our clothes might fit better?"

The other Slime giggles at this suggestion. "Yeah," it says with a grin. "Maybe that would work."

The Slimes exchange glances again before one of them finally explains, "Well...we could make your body more...slime-like ourselves. That way, our clothes might fit better and you wouldn't need to go naked." Its voice is almost hesitant as it suggests this course of action.

The other Slime nods in agreement. "It's not like we'd be making you a full slime...just giving your body some extra...sliminess," it assures you with a smile.

"Well," one of the Slimes says, trying to explain further, "It's not like we'd turn you into a full-fledged slime or anything...but if we were to give your body some extra slimy properties, it would make our clothes fit better and help keep you warm."

The other Slime chimes in, "Think of it as more of a temporary alteration. It won't last forever, but it should tide you over until you find something more permanent to wear."

The Slimes exchange glances once again. "Well...yes," one of them says slowly, "That's sort of the idea." The other nods in agreement, a mischievous grin spreading across its face. "It wouldn't hurt to try, right?"

The Slimes seem to consider your request for a moment. "Very well," one of them says finally, "We suppose we could give you some clothing that would fit better." It slides closer to your chest, its cold body pressing against the sides of your breasts as it begins to cover your chest and upper abdomen in its sticky goop. The other Slime follows suit, wrapping around your hips and lower back before beginning to slide upward, covering your ass and inner thighs in a layer of sliminess.

The Slimes continue their work, paying special attention to your most sensitive areas. The feeling of their cold bodies against your skin combined with the sensation of being spread open and exposed makes for a rather stimulating experience. As they finish covering you in slime, they step back, admiring their handiwork as it congeals into something resembling a bra and panties.

"There we go," one of them says with satisfaction. "Much better."

The Slimes exchange glances once again before one of them steps forward, its body pressing against your chest as it begins to slide the slime bra up and over your breasts. "We could try," it says hesitantly, "but...well, our magic is mostly focused on making things feel good rather than hiding things."

The other Slime giggles at this explanation before moving to adjust the panties, sliding them up your legs and pressing them against your crotch. "Maybe if you asked nicely?" it suggests with a grin.

The Slimes seem to concentrate on their task for a moment, the air around them growing warm as they manipulate the slime once more. The bra's cups shrink slightly, becoming firmer against your breasts while also darkening in color slightly. The panties seem to shift and stretch as well, becoming less transparent before settling into place around your hips and ass.

"There," one of them says with a satisfied smile. "That should do it."

The Slimes nod in agreement. "Yes," one of them says with a satisfied grin, "they should serve you quite well for the time being." They step back, watching as you admire your new attire.

"Well then," another of them says brightly, "it seems like we've done all we can do to help out our little half-fox girl. Safe travels and good luck on your journey!"

You continue on your way, the cool morning air brushing against your skin and the warmth of the sun beginning to spread across your back. As you walk, you can't help but feel the slimy barb inside your panties rubbing against your sensitive folds, sending tiny waves of pleasure coursing through your body with each step. The bra does its part as well, cupping and massaging your breasts with every movement.

You push onward, determined to reach the village despite the constant distractions provided by your new attire. The forest seems to stretch on forever, but eventually you begin to glimpse hints of civilization through the trees - a small tavern here, a blacksmith there. With each step closer, the pressure in your loins grows stronger, leaving you aching for release even as it makes walking difficult.

As you approach the outskirts of the village, you spot a young traveler on the road ahead. He's a manly man with muscles upon muscles, clad in sturdy leather armor and wielding a massive sword at his side. His eyes widen as he takes in your...unconventional attire, and before you can even say anything, he exclaims:

"Hey there, sexy lady! You look like you could use some help finding somewhere nice to stay tonight!"

"Oh, c'mon now," he says with a friendly grin, "Don't be like that! I may not have much myself, but my tavern is always warm and welcoming. You could stay there tonight for free if you wanted!"

You hesitate for a moment, torn between your growing discomfort from the slime attire and the pleasant thought of finding shelter for the night. The traveler's words echo in your ears as he waits patiently for your answer.

"Aye, that I do," he says proudly. "It's called the Stag's Den. You can't miss it; just follow this road into town and look for the sign hanging over the door." He pauses, studying you once more before adding, "And who knows? Maybe you could help make some travelers feel welcome tonight...if you catch my drift."

His words send a shiver down your spine.

"Alright then," he says with a chuckle, "Just remember where it is. And if you do decide to stop by, I'll make sure you have a good time." He gives you one last appreciative glance before continuing on his way, leaving you alone once more.

As you enter the bustling village, the warmth of the sun is quickly replaced by the heat emanating from countless cookfires and forges. Shops of every variety line the cobblestone streets, their awnings swaying gently in the gentle breeze. You hurry through the crowd, looking for anything that might sell clothing.

As you continue your search, your eyes drift downward instinctively, taking in the various people walking past you. Despite their differences in appearance, one thing becomes clear - many of them are staring at you. You're unable to ignore the blatant lewdness in their gazes as they ogle your nearly naked body, and it only serves to heighten your sense of vulnerability.

You finally spot a shop with a sign reading "Fine Clothing and Accessories" hanging above the door. With renewed hope, you hurry inside, only to find yourself confronted by an elderly woman standing behind a counter. She eyes you warily from head to toe before speaking.

"And what can I do for such a...unique customer?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. Her voice is sharp and businesslike, yet there's an undeniable hint of curiosity in her tone.