Light glistened off of the strings of slime covering the bedroom windowsill as the morning sun rose past the tree line. Groaning from the floor beside her bed, Bea stirred into wakefulness. She cracked open a sleep-encrusted eye and regretted it immediately. It felt like someone had taken two red hot nails and drove them into her frontal lobe. Bea had never been blackout drunk before, but she guessed that the headache she was feeling now was probably similar, just two times worse. Everything hurt.

My tongue feels funny...

Besides tasting like it had been coated in old boot leather, it seemed to be taking up an inordinate amount of space inside Bea's mouth and throat. Her nose was clogged with mucus but she somehow was still able to smell something rancid nearby. Bea's muscles cramped up on her as she tried to shift them as if she had over-exerted them. Also her... something...? What was it again? It was connected to her back. Anyway, it throbbed in agony. It felt like she had been stretched out far beyond what she was comfortable with. Her guts were nauseous, she imagined her stomach was physically writhing in her abdomen in protest.

What happened? I remember dropping off the Pokemon at the center after my exhibition match and then I managed to get into my room through the bedroom window. But after that nothing. Did I trip and hit my head on the bed frame? That would explain this bleeding headache. Wait, why would I enter my own room from the window?

Whatever the reason, Bea needed to get up, to check if she was injured. With a small grunt of dissatisfaction, she unstuck her cheek from what she hoped was not vomit. She started to push off the floor, only for her hand to land on something cold and sticky with a wet skwelch. Fighting not to vomit, Bea stared in dismay at the encrusted semi-solid sludge that was starting to coat her digits.

Oh...Gross. What is this!

Getting to her knees, Bea pulled her hand away from the mass. With a wet sucking noise, half of it remained stuck to her hand. She retched as she turned her palm upwards, her tongue extending out of her mouth a bit further than she remembered. The gunk was a bluish-grey mass of a runny glue-like substance with streaks of darker gell.

Ugh, it stinks. If this stuff is someone's idea of a cool prank then they have another thing coming. Seriously, who breaks into people's homes and leaves joke slime behind?

Bea looked up from her hand to try and find something to wipe it off with when she finally took in the full state of her bedroom. It had been trashed. Bea’s sparse furnishings had been knocked over or broken. Had there been a struggle? Mabey she had caught an intruder in her bedroom and they had managed to overpower her.

But why the slime? It was everywhere. Something had propelled each wad with enough force that it had splattered against the walls and furniture. More of it dripped from the ceiling. The mucus was partially dried, filming over unpleasantly. And not only the sludge. Here and there were spherical masses that had shriveled like overripe grapes. What could they possibly be? Some kind of prank rotten egg? There had to be a clue or something she could take to the police.

As Bea craned her head around to take in the full extent of the damage she noticed that the largest puddle of gunk tapered towards her. Its sticky trail led towards the tip of a crimson limb winding around from Bea's own backside.

My tail... Shit! It was me, wasn't it?

Series I commissioned from seepingooze. I really appreciate their help in making this series so far. You can find more of their work here https://seepingooze.newgrounds.com/ and here https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/seepingooze/profile.